A Little Extra

I have SO much to tell you. So much. But I'm so very tired from working, also just a little bit feeling not quite like myself. I can't explain it. I won't try to. I have pictures.



Love this sign.



Love this mural.



Love these gold coins I found in the cash box at work last night.



Love fishnets (duh). Also love my new stamp - makes it kitten time all the time.



Love these shoes. But I can barely stand in them. All night long I am Blanche DuBois, depending on the kindness of strangers. I wore them Halloween night for work, I was a devil.



I also wore these wee mask earrings. Other than the earrings and the shoes and a pair of glittery horns you could barely see through all of my hair, I was just normal old me. Taking money, stamping hands, etc. Plus leaning on everything in sight, and hoping I could find someone to walk me to my car at the end of the night cause I couldn't cross the street without wobbling on those ridiculous heels.

I need a houseboy with strong back to carry me from place to place when I feel like Blanche DuBois.

Which means I should get to sleep soon cause you can't afford a good houseboy on a slacker's salary.

So gnight.