My feet are freaking out. They are warm. They have enough room. I bought real shoes today. I am not sure if I have ever had real shoes before but oh my god - trust the Germans, by way of Italy. My ankles are currently smug. Why do we bother with all of this shit...I ask you? I want to buy twelve outfits and wear them. Mix and match. Clean, perfect, meticulous garments. I want to be done with all of this foolishness.
