What makes a good day?

If you walked into work and were told that you have 2 hours to get to a bookshop and spend a grand - would it be a miserable day at work?
I know this is gonna sound stupid - but this week I've been going nuts trying to spend thousands of dollars before the end of financial year - and I hate it.
I'm not a shopper by nature - and when I have to do it for work (even if I do love books) it still feels like work. Bloody shop assistant was happy though. Damn thing got all giggly on me.

Then the area where my collections are housed - which is a BRAND NEW floor of the building - sprung a leak. Gah!

Okay - am sounding like a whinger. So, some good things:
* Bookshop gave me a freebie for spending so much money there. So I got the latest of Alison Bechels' 'Dykes to watch out for'. Have spent the evening sitting on the couch snickering with laughter.
* I bought vegies and made a stir-fry, comfort food style. Yum.
* And, in the words of the wonderful Mr M; "Dunno whatcha got to worry about babe - you've still got all your teeth!"

In other news; Yesterday was weird. Huge day at work. Did a bit of piercing and cutting on a friend and then went to meet my man at the Sly. Sound system was stuffed and Sveta had a princess hissy because the babies were having a go thinking it was her fault.
Was exhausted by the time I jumped into my warm bed with Mr M at the end of the day.