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Today I wore the most beautiful pair of hot patent leather shiny dark red heels that matched my manicure perfectly and were a rather attractive pop of color to my otherwise rather brown outfit and quickly discovered why I never wear them despite owning them for nearly three years, and certainly never through a large conference center. Holy smokes! Apparently they were just there to class up my shoe line up in my closet and aren't meant to be worn. I came back to my room to change and post some three sentence fic, for which I would still love prompts. Of course, it may mean you'll get zombie apocalypse fic or fic fashioned after Mehran Karimi Nasseri, the man who was stuck in the Charles de Gaulle airport for nearly 20 years, which I suppose is a reflection of where my head is now....

Right. New shoes and then down to the vendor area to score some highlighters and maybe even a ruler.