I got about 130 minutes of sleep last night and I was probably still a teensy bit drunk when I got to Starbucks bright and early this morning, and showed them my pink striped pirate toe socks:

which are my favourite thing. Well, favourite clothing item of the moment, anyway. Are they for girls? Oh definitely. Did I wear them to work? Very much so, yes. "Work" by way of "school" again today, but I am the Lord and Master of the Simulation Groups and won many prizes, none of which involved harps. Now I am home and would desperately like to be in bed but must go to an art opening of a friend of mine. I think I actually just fell asleep in the shower (standing up).

Oh look: more stuff for me to buy. I know what you're thinking: Will, Matt, really? But perverse as it seems I've grown rather fond of the miserable lump, especially when he's wearing his red "I'm so badass now" pirate shirt. That said, I cannot for the life of me figure why licensees are so certain that Cannibal Jack Sparrow is the thing we all want. There's gotta be versions of him painted up like that in every toy line and merchandising accessory deal in existence. Honestly: we've all painted eyeballs on our face and nibbled on toes. It's just not that interesting.

Ah fuck this is gonna be a hard slog down to the Gladstone.