I have seen the bright lights of West Memphis and have lived to tell the tale

After work I hopped over the bridge and tried to reason my way toward the West Memphis Wal-Mart (not such a good strategy in retrospect, because, while you'd think we'd have evolved by now to be able to sense Wal-Mart, it just didn't work that way for me). A smarter person would have printed out directions or at least looked at them before embarking on the road trip, but, chickens, I am not a smarter person.

Anyhoo, with Phil's help, I was able to locate the damned bastion of late-night consumerism, only to find that their dress-shoe selection is even more depressing than I had imagined (I am struck with intense love for Target right now, and always, except for that brief time when I tried to boycott them over their wishy-washy birth-control policy). But I came away with a pair of pumps (ick, that feels wrong to even write) and a half-slip that will get me through my former co-worker's funeral tomorrow (er ... in eight hours), and hopefully I will be able to stow them away until the next funeral, which I hope doesn't come for a long, long time.

I've got to get my daily picture posted, but I'm exhausted, so I should probably wash my face, empty the trash, and go to bed.

Two non-sequiturs to end this rambly post:

1. This shit is awesome.

2. Holy crap, I've forgotten the second.