I wore red today. I
I wore red today. I hardly ever wear red... maybe a few times a year. It doesn't look bad. I wonder why I never wear anything red. Simple thoughts on a boring day. I am going to a poetry reading this afternoon. I'm unsure of the format because it's not the one I usually attend here, but I'm interested. I shouldn't have gone out last night. I was sick Thursday/Friday and slept a lot... I actually thought I was better. I was feeling better anyway. I think I have a fever. I spent part of my morning on a 5 way conference call with New York as I was working on some network problems up there (via VPN). I hate when I get an emergency work call on a Sunday... or anytime on the weekend for that matter. That register position or condom sorter job is looking better by the second. I think I'm turning Japanese. I think I'm turning Japanese. I really think so.
Japanese? I’m confused. What the hell does that mean?
I’m not sure how you sit through a poetry reading. I’ve tried it, and did NOT enjoy it. But, there’s a possibility that I didn’t like it because it was cutting it close to the time that I needed to get home to watch a night race. Can’t miss those, ya know!
i’ve never owned a red item of clothing in my entire life. what are the chances of that, hey?
You were wearing red, because somewhere in your body, something knew that the Angels were going to win the World Series, and you were showing your appreciation. Yea.. that’s it…
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