At this point it's safe to say that I am very much entrenched in the moving process. Bags have been packed, day-time obligations have been terminated, and I am now left with nothing to fill my days but my not quite complete two weeks notice of a job and watching Doctor Who in coffee shops. You know you bored/extremely addicted to a show when it moves you to awkwardly uninhibited tears in public (I may or may not have been crying in Starbucks yesterday afternoon). Given my recent idleness, I decided to dress more or less entirely for comfort today and threw on the most oversized and soft sweater from my not insignificant collection of oversized and soft sweaters. To say knits of this type constitute a uniform for me would be a grand disservice to the unbreathable, hideously plaid school uniforms of yore. My skirt is a somewhat too large Iro leather skirt that I bought off ebay a while back after solidly convincing myself that every girl needs at least one item of leather clothing to cover the bottom half of her body. I just couldn't shake the fantasy of how easy leather garments seem to be to wear in almost every life situation-with sequins or even just an ordinary tank top they're perfect for evening but with, say, an ancient, much too large sweater they're wonderfully daytime appropriate. At least that's what I think. Some of the more staunch parental units may disapprove.