Have not done much today

aside from reading a award-winning John McEnroe essay, obsess over men’s footwear, and shrinking my 501 shrink-to-fit jeans. Oh, and eating the worst breakfast ever. (You should have seen me scoff at the counter girl when I asked if they had lunch yet and she said no. Seriously, you’re open 24/7 and you don’t always have motherfucking nuggets?)