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i got chastised yesterday at work because my clothes were baggy and unironed. wrinkled, if you will. i don't know what i was thinking yesterday morning when i got dressed. it reminded me of the one time when i went to work in a sweatshirt. i got sent home that day, which was fine because i think that's what i was subconsciously aiming for. i remember feeling more mental than usual that afternoon.

now, i wasn't mental yesterday, but i still went to work looking like i'd just taken my pants and shirts (i had layered two mismatched colors, see) out from the bottom of the hamper. the doctor told me a patient made a comment about it. i wonder if that same patient made a comment about my shoes: "it looks like she wore out the leather in the front and then just colored in the worn parts with a black marker.... and then that black marker turned blue... who colors their shoes, anyways?"

today i think i look okay. my blacks don't match, though. they seldom do. my black pants are a nice shade of black, but my black shirt is more of a "jackie black," as in, it's a little faded and almost looks navy. much like the colored marker on yesterday's shoes. see, i'm tying it all together.

getting dressed can be a bitch.