I keep starting little projects and then I have a sneezing fit and completely forget what i was doing and wander off to start some other lame little project I will no doubt be instantly distracted from. For instance, I have gone to Zellers twice in the last three days expressly for the purpose of buying hangers but somehow I've yet to make that grand closet-saving purchase. On the upside, I do have a new set of SpongeBob stickers, a new bottle of nailpolish that will lanquish under the sink, unopened, unused, with all the other bottles of nailpolish I purchase in giddy sprees, a pack of blank cds for burning all the custom compilations I never quite manage to compile, and a tacky new lipgloss which I threw out almost immediately because it smells all weird and granny-ish and made my lips itch too. sigh.
And so, you can imagine, I'm sure, that I'm not really in prime entry writing form. I just wanted to reassure one and all that my cold is dwindling to a mild case of the sniffles and, impulse buying and blond moments aside, it appears that I'll live.