My Mom-weekend was awesome, weird dreams aside. We did a bunch of shopping, I got two new coats (one navy blue spring trenchcoat which replaces my beloved, near-trademark red trenchcoat, but with better quality, cuter lines, striped lining and soft soft fabric; one red wool and cashmere winter coat, regular $350, on sale for $50, zippered and hooded and so cute I almost wish it weren’t so springy), a bunch of new shirts, one white cable-knit cardigan sweater, and the most expensive underwear I have ever owned.
We ate good food, we went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (amazing) and The Producers (good for what it was, glitzy, improved in the second act, still, we could’ve rented a Mel Brooks movie for a lot cheaper), I watched the last Sex and the City in bed (I cried more than at Eternal Sunshine, but I generally cry more over cheesy stuff than over actually good stuff). I got home and my computer stopped working and then mysteriously fixed itself.

In other news, everything sucks. No one loves me. I have no future. I don’t want to do anything.