Goody 2 shoes

Was a good boy yesterday. Decided to reward myself for being such a good boy by buying a pair of shoes for meself. A pair of white sneakers. With white laces. 7 years since last wore white shoes. Ignore the pair of white army-commisioned No-Balance shoes worn during the hey-days of 2000 - 2003. Think it looks weird - too bright, too clean, too shiny, too eye-catching, too unbrownish. Realised too that feet has expanded over the years into a mind-boggling US 10 1/2. Has a niggling feeling that it might actually be 10 4/9 - they can't be that big.

Now to soil those clean pair of shoes. Do step on them when we meet - I would very much appreciate that helping hand- no- leg.

Am getting weirder by the day. Spilled the packet of kopi-siew-dai while attempting to hang the packet over a key slotted into the key-hole of the chest of drawers, then failed miserably as the contents splattered exagerratedly over the entire floor. Good thing white shirt didn't become a victim. Took a mop and mopped. Cried over the spilled kopi. With milk. After mopping, became delighted for no reason.

Sleepier by the minute no thanks to the loss of caffeine. Another day of shopping means another day of spending? It is a very very very good day today, and its wednesday.