my building conveniently has the cleaners/alterations by the leasing office. i took the dress in to get it shrunk a few centimeters this morning.

i don't think i'll ever get totally used to the whispering/muttering. at the moment, i'm capable of blocking it out; but as soon as i step out of the confined space i shared with these people, it's like a bag of stones have been released upon me from above.