Shopping maul

I've been using this nasal spray so much lately that I'm starting to wonder if I'm dissolving vital brain cells every time I use it. Unfortunately, I threw away the box it came in, so I have no idea how often I should be snorting the stuff to begin with. I'm guessing the "every hour on the hour" method was probably excessive, but it's entirely possible I should only use it once a day and doing more than that is liquifying my cerebellum. Fantastic.

In other news, I'm wearing my tshirt that states "I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter" today. I feel so punk...and also a little bit like one of those old ladies who wears clothes from the junior's department in a sad, pitiful attempt to hold on to her youthfulness. I remember one time in South Carolina (in a Belk's, I believe) I saw a woman who looked to be about 40 trying on this pair of skin-tight, leopard print jeans. And I remember thinking "Oh, that is not a good idea at all." A 16-year-old could have worn those jeans and looked hip and eccentric, but on a woman that age, they just looked like part of a hooker uniform. Why is that?