I splurged and treated myself, since money was no object, and because maybe materialism and gluttony could help stave off the soul-crushing realization that all remnants of my awesome former life are now gone, sold, abandoned, and/or in the hands of other people.
It was a fancy feast, my friends.
See? Those are special occasion pastries. There are four different kinds, so it's like a four-course meal.
And to finish off this bountiful banquet:
This isn't as monetarily careless as it seems, because Ben & Jerry's was on sale; three for ten bucks. That's so cheap! It was at Valu-Mart, fellow Londoners. Get 'em before they're gone. *
* They are probably already gone.
P.S. My life really isn't as depressing as this post makes it seem. I've just been watching too much You Suck at Photoshop.