Salvation.

My paycheck for tutoring last month has just arrived. It's small and barely enough to cover the fat check I wrote to the anesthesiologist who drugged me during my laparascopy (and boy did they cash THAT fast), but it's enough to encourage me to wash myself and venture out in search of a new pair of flipflops.

I've just changed my mind. Malls are crowded. I'll shop online and go out later to buy catfood that doesn't smell as bad in the can as it does coming back out.

And ice cream cones.