ye olde crapfest

this whole "trying to dress nice" thing is causing me much mental anguish, and is beginning to seriously cut into my quality time with the animals/television in the morning.

i must've put on eighteen different outfits this morning before finally deciding that it wasn't totally inexcusable and out-of-my-element to just wear a plain old pair of pants and a plain old shirt and some sandals. they put up with it for almost three years, so what if i relax a little bit one, maybe two (maybe three?) days a week.

i've been doing well, and it's nice outside--fuck it, i'm taking liberties.