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The Power of Positive Spending.
Aug. 28th, 2002 09:50 pmSo today was theoretically a short day, for me - 8am-5pm. Meaning, of course, that I fled the office in a furtive, panicky state sometime around 6pm before anyone could dump any more work on my shoulders. I was tired, cranky, frustrated, and generally drained.
I had to stop by the drugstore on my way home, though, and I decided that if I'm going to work myself sick, I can darn well treat myself to something nice to make up for it. So I now have a new bottle of lovely shimmery-irridescent nailpolish that switches from purple to green depending on how the light hits it.
Even though I was an hour late, I still made it home a few hours earlier than usual, which I suppose is a nice change. Early enough that we decided to go out to dinner, as a conscious choice rather than the usual too-tired-to-cook default decision. I changed out of my shabby scrubs into my favorite jeans and a crop-top green sweater that matches my new nail polish almost perfectly, and (miracle of miracles) even put on makeup - not enough to look tarty, but enough to feel kind of dressed-up, and we went out to a Real Restaurant, with tables and waiters, and no cartoon characters on the menu.
It's amazing how such simple, ordinary treats can turn an entire day around. And now I'm home, at a reasonable hour, with shimmery nails and a trashy Laurell K. Hamilton novel, and two more days until a long weekend. I think I'm going to survive.
I had to stop by the drugstore on my way home, though, and I decided that if I'm going to work myself sick, I can darn well treat myself to something nice to make up for it. So I now have a new bottle of lovely shimmery-irridescent nailpolish that switches from purple to green depending on how the light hits it.
Even though I was an hour late, I still made it home a few hours earlier than usual, which I suppose is a nice change. Early enough that we decided to go out to dinner, as a conscious choice rather than the usual too-tired-to-cook default decision. I changed out of my shabby scrubs into my favorite jeans and a crop-top green sweater that matches my new nail polish almost perfectly, and (miracle of miracles) even put on makeup - not enough to look tarty, but enough to feel kind of dressed-up, and we went out to a Real Restaurant, with tables and waiters, and no cartoon characters on the menu.
It's amazing how such simple, ordinary treats can turn an entire day around. And now I'm home, at a reasonable hour, with shimmery nails and a trashy Laurell K. Hamilton novel, and two more days until a long weekend. I think I'm going to survive.
