7:59 a.m. - July 11, 2003
I need some counsel from a fashionista or two: Socks. Do they have to match anything? If so, what? The shoes? The pants? The tie? I inquire because this morning while dressing self-doubt crept upon me like an old lover and whispered in my ear, no, not that one, no, not that one either.
Dog ass tired. Overslept this morning by half an hour and curious, I arrived here at the usual time. I cannot figure that out. Going out to dinner tonight with Marti but I'm tempted to bail because all I want to do is sleep.
Can't sleep, can't clean, can't scrub a tub. I'm in my own mental ward.