to heel or not to heel. that is the predicament. my hamlet prof would be so proud of that statement/question. hamlet has infused my life. but it is a seriously question. i am 5'8 and tall enough as it is but i love heels. i love pumps, sling backs (moderately), boots, t-straps, mary janes, etc etc all in heel form. i see girls wearing next to nothing outfits, something of which, yes, i do partake in, and heels. they are generally short and do so because of a height deficiency but i wonder how they can be comfortable cuttin' a rug in those bad boys. i wore them in high school to semi-formals and prom and rarely in day to day life. maybe i have been watching too much sex and the city on dvd and want carrie bradshaw's life, only slightly altered to be less dependent and more antagonistic toward the world. perhaps. perhaps perhaps perhaps.

i should be sleeping by now. i wanted to fall into a deep sleep after work but apparently i am not allowed.

two more weeks until the greatest movie event of the year. oh yes, that is right: the ten commandments. i cannot wait to sit down and watch that fucker from beginning to end. i might have tea this time as i watch it. i can only take so much of charleton heston without caffeine.