My Cinderella Story

In other tragic news, my trusted pair of slippers that has lasted me nigh on eight years, through inordinate rough use in four years of undergrad and four more years of less strenuous use in grad school, has finally given up the ghost. The strap on one of them broke yesterday evening and has rendered me temporarily slipper-less. While I mourn the passing of an old friend, I intend to go on a slipper-shopping spree (try saying that fast, btw) sometime this week. OK, so I may not be in a fairy-tale (though some people may have smartass ripostes to that) and my slippers may not be made of glass, but the loss is still a painful one. My heart, like my slipper-strap, is irreparably broken. :(