The spirit of Liam was strong, but I held fast.
OMG, galoshes.
I found a darling pair that fit and only $40. They reminded me of what I loved back in 1986: carnation pink rubber galoshes with black tartan pattern and gold “thread” inside the pattern. But no. Not in the budget. Then I saw another pair of casual shoes for $79. Then I could hear it, “These shoes cost seventy-nine fucking dollars. Let’s ge . . . NO!”
But now the girly shoes are in hand for convocation. lis0r, I don’t think these’ll blister me, because there’s so little there to begin with and, surprisingly, fit exactly. Were they loose or too roomy, I might worry some. For size 11 (UK 9) feet, this is v.v. uncommon to find, especially in girly shoes.
But the bike ride from Annex to Eg-Warden and back was exhausting. I’m not back in shape yet. Whee.
[I forgot how easy it is to post the most banal shit on LJ.]
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And now, for a 1982 Killing Joke sound without Killing Joke being anywhere in the hemisphere:
What I’m hearing: