I am running out of wearable clothes. It is a sad fact of life: I will survive them. My jeans are slowly but surely falling apart and I need new socks, new shirts, new jumpers, new everything. I have a new coat so there is one thing on less thing on the list, but still, I need to do what I hate to do on a Saturday: go clothes shopping.
As I type this, I am wearing a ten years old black jumper that is greying, or at least looking pale black, if that makes sense. It is very comfortable, as old clothes usually are. But however I love old clothes, I now need to face civilisation and buy a few things in this temple of perdition that is the shopping center. I hope to survive the afternoon, but I might turn mad by the end of it. At least I will go and buy warm clothes, my favourite sort. I need to keep this in mind to stay somewhat sane.