Retail therapy.

So a solid sign that there's something wrong about my life is when I begin to conspicuously consume. The number of transactions this month alone is mind boggling.

So what's wrong with me? I realize this weekend is the lack of girlfriends in town. All my best gals are either in TO or scattered to the winds. Sucks. Somethings are best enjoyed with a girlfriend. i.e. happy hour. bitch fest. girl talk. dancing. shopping. fat pants.