And unlike the emperor's, mine are visible... only to smart people, though.

So yeah, I bit the bullet and went shopping for clothes: one of the few things that can't really be sped up by doing preliminary research online, sadly. All in all, I'm satisfied with what I got. The main goal of the mission was to replace the clothes that the paramedics cut off of me after my car crash last summer. What really sucks is that everything I was wearing was new too.

But, what's done is done. Gotta put your behind in your past.

I also got a new t-shirt. And since I refuse to buy funny t-shirts any more (since everyone wants to try to one-up me by making a stupid joke about it and just ends up failing miserably), I went for something a bit more low key. I went ahead and bought a shirt with my BZP name written on it, all in capital letters (of course), and in French.

"... wait, isn't that just an ESPRIT shirt?"

... perhaps...