And so on.

Ok, so I didn’t work on the web site. I sat with Teddy and we watched the Johnny Cash tribute on the CMA awards, some of Sunset Boulevard, and a bit of the news. Fatigue hit like a boulder, and he went to bed.

I’m tired of thinking about work. I’m tired of worrying about politics. I’m sick of balancing my checkbook and meditating on a point, and if I read another passage from the Kybalion right now, I’m going to pop a vein.

No work, no perfumes, no magick, no reproductive rights arguments, no wrestling with Quicken.

Just me, my computer, and a desperate need for shoes.

I’m focusing on my long-neglected narcissism.

Graphic-intensive madness follows:

I can’t decide, so I’m posting my internet-based window shopping excursion here.

From Cloggs:

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From Vixens and Angels:

And you’ve already seen the New Rock heels. As much as I want those, I need to be practical.

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This one’s from V&A, too.

I used to have a pair of Fluevogs just like this. Oh, how I miss them.

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There are an assload of shoes I want off of the Swear site, but hardly anything my size is in stock. Grr.

Except for these:

… which I am buying for sure. Sensible shoes!

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Finally, from Pennangalan:

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And then Kieran inadvertently convinces me to consider buying Transmuters to replace my slowly dying Libby Lifts…

Right. So that’s that. I can’t decide.