Today, I took myself out on a date.

It's been unseasonably warm here these past few days, and since this is my last week before starting to work (gulp), it's been busy. Trying to tend to a million little details of life that have sort of been neglected over the past few weeks/months. New light bulbs? Check. Haramaki pick-up? Check. Bank? Check. Drs. appointments? Vacuuming under the bed? Check, check.

There are still many things on the list, but today, it was all about dating myself. Which was really nice, I must say. The day-long excursion included a haircut, lunch (outside! on a terrace!), some window shopping (Les Touilleurs), and then meeting up with friends for coffee. Good times.

On my way home, I stopped into Renaud Bray, where I firstly browsed the latest Dwell, and then somehow ended up reading Anxiety for Dummies that got me so worked up I managed to fumble with the thing, and then drop it, sending it flying a good 10 feet from where I was standing. Yes, my friends, it's as though the thing had wings. And the lovely employee leapt to pick it up in record time, only to see the title of the book, expose a very Ohhhhh smile, and hand it back to me, ever so awkwardly.

Whatever, I'm an anxious one these days, what can I tell you?
As the desperate housewives of NY once said, Say la wee.