Well, not really. But Eric polished my brown boots and I put some Dr. Scholl’s in them, so now they’re all shiny and comfortable, just like new. Only cheaper.

I am at the strange point in my life where I have money for new shoes, am willing to spend it, but have no room for them. We have one teensy little closet in the bedroom that is not even deep enough so that a hanger can fit and hangs out about an inch, and is about three feet wide. That would hold about a fraction of my hang-up clothes, and this is for two people. I have one of those shoe-things that hangs on the hanger bar (taking up precious clothes-room), but that only holds about half of my shoes; the rest are flopped about the apartment – under shelves, under the bedside table, on the bottom of the closet (which is really the tops of some boxes).

We’re getting a new place soon, I swear it. It’s one of my mostly-non-existent new year’s resolutions. Maybe I’ll even start making appointments next week, after E. gets back from Paris. Because he’s in Paris! His first business trip! I think I’m more excited than he is; maybe because I get the house all to myself for days, which hasn’t happened since way before Eric moved in with me. I can eat and drink beer, and sleep on the couch all Saturday afternoon, and the house will stay clean unless I mess it up (or Sophie.) The bad thing is, I am going to prove to myself how I have little to no friends in the Philadelphia area other than Eric, and people I hang out with once every six months. There are people who I really can’t call and say, “I know I haven’t talked to you in forever, but my fiancée is away and I’m lonely…” Anyway, I want a new apartment. It can remain a one bedroom, or even a big studio with a big sleeping loft as long as it has closets! But just imagine: a two-bedroom apartment. For one couple! What a glorious dream.

So I guess I’ll be going home, putting on pjs, and watching Lost and then whatever scary movie I can find on TV. If I had any cash I’d stop at the TLA and get a video, but, I don’t. Man, my breath is quite stinky. I keep smelling it. At least I don’t really talk to my coworkers, but only people on the phone.