John had an appointment in Worcester with his hepatologist. I sat in the waiting room and read old issues of Harper's Bazaar and whimpered over the Fall 2010 line of Rodarte shoes. These shoes aren't shoes. They're art. They're glorious sculptures. If I owned them they'd have to be strictly art cause I sure as shit couldn't walk in them.
Seriously. Go look at them. They're beautiful.
Oh. And by the way. Netflix now has Dark Shadows on watch instantly. hoo-yeah!