In preparation for this evening, I thought I’d do laundry. The card didn’t work.
I bought a new smartcard.
In preparation to do laundry, I gathered all my laundry into a huge basket and lugged it all to the elevator. The elevator didn’t work.
In preparation for this evening, I thought I’d dig out the base, and think about applying make-up—only to notice that somehow in the middle of the night, I’d been maimed. Apparently, I had rubbed my left eye too fiercely, and one of my nails must have been jagged. All I really know is there is a red, puffy scrape that makes me look like I’m undergoing the same affliction as one of the characters in the trailer for X-Files 2.
And I still don’t know what I’m wearing.
For her own safety, I think Chloe should really reconsider having me drive.
Kate, staring into her closet hoping for a magical designer genie to grant her three wishes in the next three hours