Oh, life seems so much better in some brand new patent leather

[jain]

I went shoe shopping, since my current sneakers are: 1) several years old, 2) at least a size too big, and 3) rather the worse for having been chewed on by my sister's dog. I ended up with two beautiful pairs of New Balances that are making me a tad nervous--I always thought I wore a 10, but the salesclerk measured my feet and said that I was between an 8 1/2 and a 9, and the 9s felt good in the store so that's what I bought. Now I'm anxiously waiting to see if they make my feet fall off, or if they'll break in properly and be worth the exorbitant sum I paid for them.

Meanwhile, I've been haunting Ticketmaster in the forlorn hope that the Backstreet Boys might add a tour date/location that I might manage. I'd intended to go to the St. Louis concert, but then my brother announced that that day's the one on which he's getting married. (And I only considered skipping the wedding for a brief second before talking myself out of it.)

Also, Sirius Black? So very gay.