I have a weakness for this show. I don’t know exactly why, but I love it. The problem is the effect it’s beginning to have on me.
I used to be able to roll out of bed and be ready for work in a half hour (and, to be honest, twenty minutes of that was just the shower). Now I stumble into the bathroom around quarter after seven, and over an hour later I’m still trying to get dressed. All morning I’m checking the line of my pants, trying on different shoes, mixing and matching textures . . . and in the end I never like the outfit I come up with anyway.
In fact, usually the last thing I put on is exactly the same as the first thing. Of course, the difference is that by then there’s no time for breakfast and I’m running out the door like a madwoman.
Only I can put so much time and effort into being a fashion victim.
