Dreadful Ordeal-type Thing DoneI was in town today. Since I'm there every weekday for college, this isn't actually anything very unusual, but I'm quite rarely there on Sundays. (Last year, I was in every Sunday for a few months, as I was doing Peer Mentoring. This was a system where the department would pay me to sit in a lab and answer questions that I'd be answering anyway from poor souls theoretically studying for their exams or similar. It probably wasn't a terribly good idea, and they aren't doing it this year).
ANYWAY, I was heading home, when I passed a shoe shop. Now, as I have previously related, I live in fear of clothes and especially shoe shopping, and also haircuts. I forced myself in regardless, and within 15 minutes emerged with a new pair of shoes! Only had to try two different sizes, too! Imagine! (I now know that I'm size UK11 in Converse. Unless their sizes differ between models, which I wouldn't at all put past them.) I am, rather irrationally, feeling enormously happy about this, like I've actually accomplished something. Oh, I paid with a laser (debit) card, which is a first; it doubles as an ATM card. It's disturbingly easy to pay for things with it.
The next step is either to get a haircut or buy clothes. Probably the former, as I always put off buying clothes until I'm slightly skinnier. This is a "jam tomorrow" situation, and one that has been going on for two years now. Urgh.