I am going to the opera tonight. In classic Kates fashion, I have waited until day-of to figure out what I’d like to wear but find myself wishing I had something nice.

On the other hand... I am about to have a batshit two weeks at work. Sitting in a cafe willing myself to work in preparation of it and finding myself devoid of work enthusiasm.

Getting the urge to jump on a bus to downtown to try some last-minute shopping. I know it’s partially a shopcrastination yen but I also just. want. to. look. chic. IT’S THE OPERA, GALLDARNIT.

Whisper, little GT angels and devils on my shoulder: Work? Or play? (I ask you because Mr. Kates would surely say work, but he’s not the boss of me!)