Late night spaz, shopping high

So either it has been too exciting a day to end in in a mundane let down (Say sleep, or something) or I have had too much caffeine; but I'm sure that it has worn off by now. Probably.
My morning started off boring enough, as my Mondays tend to be. Its my Sunday, so I sleep in, do laundry, watch movies, and take very long baths. It turned out to be a little less boring than watching paint dry this time though, because of.....well I guess the universe was just getting a little sick of my lazy "Sunday" routine.
First, I got bored. I mean, horrendously, out of my mind, cant-stand-just-my-own-company bored. It was only about ten thirty in the morning! I can usually last until at least two in the afternoon, when I have overslept, and watched a whole bunch of silly stuff on youtube and haven't even showered yet.....Anyway I hadnt made it out to check if my Netflicks came in the mail, and here I was, already ready to scream, and pull my hair out. Something must be done.
I called my mom because, when in crisis (a complete lack of human contact) I will and have often called my mom to chat, get coffee or shop. I would soon desperately need the latter.
The craving hit about ten forty five, and as I hadn't had much trouble with it in the last few months it hit hard. I needed to spend recklessly, or die. I cant explain this craving, I have never had it before. NOT-LIKE-THIS. It was an unknown factor of my personality. I knew I enjoyed shopping for clothes, but this was ridiculous! It was as if shoes were made of chocolate.
I pleaded with my mom to go shopping and she was happily willing, I did more buying than I have in over a year, and got the shakes from the enormous frapps that we drank. I feel as though a void has been filled in my soul. I came home on a shopping high, and I am thrilled with my purchases. My prize of the day are these amazing, sexy heels that Loki calls "the fifties slutty look" I quite agree. I belive these are the most colorful shoes I have ever owned.
I am wearing these hot pink, brightly patterned sexy-pumps to Chads performance on Thursday. It inspires me to wear a pink lined bomber jacket, and black capris! (Guess my muse) I dont think I will find the jacket in time, but the capris are a pretty safe bet. If not, I will just have to wear a short black skirt and Chad will have to put up with it. Somehow, I dont think he would mind.....what do you think?