Do you know how sometimes you look in your closet and think, "Wow, these things are hideous! I shall never wear any of them! I am better off giving some to the poor."

And you feel lovely and charitable and happily pack the things away and bestow them upon the unfortunate of society?

And THEN you come home and realize all your clothes are gone and school is four days away and you've just gotten rid of half your things?

And then you scream and faint?




THAT is what occured yesterday.

I don't know exactly what I am now going to do. I suppose try to dig up the dregs of my money and buy some things this weekend, but how, I know not.

But I cry.

I cry, I cry, I cry.