I love the smell of commerce in the morning.

No, not really. Not at all. But I couldn’t resist using that Kevin Smith quote. I woke up early this morning (6:30!!!) and hit the stores with my sister and her boyfriend. Purchased lots of good objects on sale: classic black dress for holiday parties and what not; great burgundy leather handbag; leather driving gloves; a shirt, new pair of Mary Janes; and my mum and pop bought me this really warm and classy coat for my birthday. As of yet, my two sisters have not sold me into slavery. But I’ve got my fingers crossed, even so.

However, the best thing I came upon today was this little children’s book I found in a bookstore for only two dollars. A beautifully illustrated collection of Oscar Wilde’s children’s stories, which to my absolute delight, includes “The Happy Prince.” My only fear is that my future children, upon having these stories read to them, will develop Wilde’s character by osmosis, and grow into a band of conniving, rebellious, nihilistic, sarcastic Dorian Grays, with advanced and sardonic verbal repartees, and smacking wits. Heaven forbid. Yikes.

My parents rented some silly Sandra Bullock movie, and I think they want me to watch it with them. Here goes.