turned the heat on for the first time tonight. Damn.

Nothing to write. Went straight to the hospital from work where the nurse complained about the caregiver and the caregiver complained about the nurse. My dad seems comfortable - fever's gone and now that crazy-eyes Rhonda's there, he's actually getting fed (he's not able to feed himself so the nurses have been saying he won't eat or isn't hungry and send the food back).

Went to Sherway on my way home. Too depressed to go home. Bought a silk/cashmere stripey sweater at BCBG and a cute clutch plus a fortune of L'Occitane lotions and other nice smelling stuff. Mall shopping when you're low is like grocery shopping when you're hungry. bad combination. I did talk myslef out of a Coach bag though and a leather coat (although I may go back for that) so I wasn't completely crazed.

Came home, ate noodle soup and half a bag of party mix. Perfect. It's like I'm a student again.