PTDD Sad News, I suffer from a medical disorder- newly named by an aspiring psychiatrist. The name: Post Traumatic Dress Disorder- PTDD for short. The precursors include staring at a closet full of clothes and seeing nothing, trying on thousands of outfits- only to not like anything, or feeling a general apathy toward all pieces of clothing.

The symptoms are a bedroom floor filled with all of the clothing rejects, general apathy toward the 2005 Fall line of clothing in the stores, dry mouth from all of the yelling about the lack of corture, and all around crankiness.

It is advised that if you run into one with PTDD, you lightly console them, hand them a Diet Coke to quench their thirst, and quickly move out of their way for they are highly likely to, well, rip your head off.

The saddest part of this whole problem is there are no cures. One must wait for a new, and better, season of clothes to hit the local malls before relief is experienced.

Yes, it is official, I have too much time on my hands... But at least I have named the condition that I suffer from.  ¶ 8:50 AM