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Milk and cookies are divine. Even if it's skim milk and cheap Christmas shortbread. It's the breakfast of champions. Particularly taking into consideration that I'm not drinking caffeine these days. Well. Not today, anyhow. I made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee at four-ish yesterday, and I was awake till three.
No matter. I had a fabulous dream I didn't want to wake from.
Yesterday, I went looking for a pair of motorcycle boots. And I realised something horrific. Women's motorcycle boots don't bloody exist. It's quite bad. Well, I mean, they do, if you want to pay two hundred dollars for them, and you probably should, if you're going to be wearing them for motorcycling or hiking or whatever pursuits you're looking into, but!--if you're just wanting to wear them with a little frilly dress so you can spare your poor toes the pain of being shoved into teetering stilettos, or your legs getting cold in the wintertime (don't even begin to talk to me about the inadvisability of wearing little dresses in the winter. It's not going to help anything.), there's no point in breaking the nonexistent piggy bank, quite frankly.
But!