...they're my communist shoes because my mom says the color scheme reminds her of Red China. Whatevs, y'all!
Tomorrow I finally get my Achilles tendon looked at - hopefully there's something they can do other than tell me to stay off it and ice it, because I'm already effing doing that and it's not working. Then off to the optometrist for my usual visit. And hopefully hang out with Julia at some point, and force her to see Watchmen so that we may add Rorschach to our list of sociopaths we love.
Sounds like a plan!