There is something very satisfying about moving into a new living space, putting everything where it seems to belong, cataloging one's life in an orderly fashion. Also, after waiting years to find Moroccan-print tapestries in hot pink, orange, and lavender, as well as area rugs in punch-your-eyes-out pink for $20, Madame Destiny heeded my call and made them both available at my local Target yesterday.
I'm the last person to believe that giant, faceless corporations can bring me happiness, but as embarrassing as this is to admit, they do sometimes hit the nail squarely on the head.
Also, I have a hankering for pain au chocolat, so I'm going to venture forth to procure same. I love living in this era, where a woman can get pastry whenever she likes without having to be chaperoned. Yes, my brain is still stuck on "Becoming Jane," and I have to say, as dreadful as this time seems to be in terms of the economy dying and the environment finishing us off, thank goodness I'm still free to do more or less what I like. Eating pain au chocolat, for example. Or listening to Bryan Ferry right now (which I am -- don't! Stop! Don't stop the dance!). Or staying in touch with people across the planet just by looking at a screen and pressing a few keys, sending photos and movies and links to midget porn.
I guess with great innovations come great prices. Me, I'll be grabbing what I can before my bones turn to pure mercury and the rest of me is devoured by hyperintelligent gray goo, which will hopefully happen before the Internet is purchased by Rupert Murdoch (oh, wait, he already technically owns my blog, huh) and I'm tossed into solitary at Gitmo for not being American enough.