Daffnee

Shopping malls are the vampires of suburbia, I've decided. They suck the life right out of you -- not to mention money out of the wallet, if there was anything to buy! Which, it would seem, there isn't. All the same, I should have bought something frivolous today to commemorate the two-decade mark tomorrow; apologies to everyone on my ICQ list that's been receiving those annoying birthday reminders, by the way. I remember when Andrew was complaining to me about being "over the hill at 20," and I have to say I don't feel it yet, but then again, my dad offered me happy pills tonight (he tends to do stuff like that) and while I'm trying hard not to read too much into it, all that English hermeneutic training says otherwise. I'm as volatile as I was when I was sixteen, only with voting power and no more legal excuses to turn down alcohol! Something along the lines of a Starbucks espresso maker would've been in line for tomorrow, I think. Since that's a bit outside my budget, will have to settle for making scones tomorrow instead. Anyone wanting some couriered to them should get your reservations in ASAP -- I promise they'll be appropriately stale and tasteless as the moment I take them out of the oven.