05 AUGUST 2007. SUNDAY. 09:05PM.

Today i discovered the sinful joys of emotional shopping. Joining the ranks of emotional eating, emotional drinking and emotional sleeping ... emotional shopping is damn good fun! And totally dangerous. After surviving an absolutely lousy week, filled with thick un-breathable tension in the air, I decided not to make plans this weekend and sleep it off. After friday night pizzas with the lads who were such sweethearts in letting me whinge and moan, I returned home to bake the blues away and hide under covers as much as I can. Come sunday, my skin needed some fresh air and sun so I drove into the city to run some errands. I stuck to my favourite stores (to avoid any more disappointments ... hellooo life is tough right now!), reading books, drinking coffee. I ran my fingers thru' beautiful unaffordable pieces, I tried on shoes I would never ever have a chance to wear out, painted my nails technicolour with free counter testers. But the most joy I have was returning home armed with bags of my sale bounty. New shoes, new clothes, new nail polish. For that couple of hours, I was high as a kite. Hey, at least I am not a crack addict.