My purse right now is year-round (even though I do switch it out in the summer for a straw one), Target pleather, sort of a mustardy color which goes with everything. It's just big enough for a book as well as makeup stuff, wallet, phone, cigarettes, a small notebook, with room to spare. And yet ... I want a new one. What shoes are some to people, purses are to me.

And do they always put them on the right? The surgeon never considered my left side, and I'd much have preferred it there, usage wise.

There might be some kind of vein differential there. Like when you're pregnant you're only supposed to lie on one side (I can't remember which one now) because if you lie on the other you compress some vein or something.

I have a nice, classic Coach bag. It's black leather and I got it off Etsy for less than $40.

how to convince skeptics? ego-stroking.

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There might be some kind of vein differential there

I looked it up on google body, and they both looked pretty similar, but I guess one's closer to the heart, and maybe they don't want to be that plugged in.

I own one Coach bag. I spend money on some random shit, but that was my most blatant display of excess. It's a tiny bag (and now that I think about it, maybe that's where my last Clinique Black Honey is--how can I be totally out?) of pewter silk with rhinestones that cost $400 in gift certificates. I wanted to be sure to use those certs on something I'd never do in real life with real money. It goes with most of my evening wear, and I love it to pieces. Just big enough to hold a phone, a lipstick, a hotel keycard, some money, and maybe a camera.

My favorite evening bag didn't really go with everything -- it was pink satin, and beaded -- but it was ADORABLE. And then I let Sara play with it, and a pen exploded all over it shortly after. That learned me.

I took sinus meds with Tylenol *and* three ibuprofen and my head still feels like someone attached a tight metal cap to it. I'm so sick of my sinuses, I could scream.

My sister and I are both talking about getting our first tattoos.

I covet a tan leather coach briefcase from the 70's. Even though now it is vaguely hipsterish. Weirdly, some of the hipsterish looking fashion is stuff I have liked for a really long time, so I have a hard time disliking it. But it means that sometimes I look like an aging hipster.

Tattoos! Awesome. Go together -- it's more fun to have someone with you.

I took sinus meds with Tylenol *and* three ibuprofen and my head still feels like someone attached a tight metal cap to it. I'm so sick of my sinuses, I could scream.

I'm home with a headache that started Monday night (TMI: sometimes I get a sudden thunderclap headache from the...culmination of sexytimes, but it usually goes away in about 2 minutes; this one faded but won't quite go away) and doesn't want to go away. It's not a migraine -- or at least the symptoms are not my usual migraine symptoms -- but ibuprofen, tylenol, and sudafed are not kicking it's ass.

I was up until 4 a.m. last night with it, and after I kept putting the microwave stinky beanbag on my face, it seemed like it let up. So I e-mailed work to say I would be in late since I needed more than 3 hours' sleep. But when I got up, it's back and just won't fucking budge.

I feel like maybe I shouldn't be staring at a computer screen and/or reading comics, but it's not like the headache went away when my eyes were closed, you know? Annoying.

Yeah, I could definitely use some time away from the screen, except for how I have to finish revising the book today, so.

It's not serious PAIN, it's just tight and hot and heavy and pressure, and it's driving me up the fucking wall.