I woke up with a horrible attitude, and it stuck with me until 2:30. It ranged everywhere from "I'm fat" to "They're going to fire me" to "Scott's going to leave me". I do lack "The Logics" when I get grumpy. But around 2:30, I had a little snack, spent a little time fighting with the copier (does every office seriously have one piece of technology whose goal in life is to make mine a living hell?), and decided: "you know, life can be nice, if you let it". Despite it not being the more existential revelations of all time, it worked.
Of course, coming home and putting on cozy jammies, watching copious amounts of whatever-tv-show-i-want-because-no-one-is-here-to-judge-me, and making some yummy delicious chili really helps too. More than quasi-existential revelations.
I'm a little afraid to look at the pics of this outfit, because I put it together in my head as I was falling asleep and I really liked how it looked in there. I do owe my sister. She came over a week or two ago to borrow some clothes for a wedding. There was one dress she was looking for (the one I'd styled in my "how to wear a bridesmaid dress again"), so I told her it was in behind a suit bag. Of course, she questioned why that suit bag had a suit in it, if all the other suits I own weren't given the same treatment. I had no reasonable explanation, so I liberated the jacket this morning.
I'm still finding my way through the office dress code (they did inform me pajamas were not permitted... not that I, or anyone else, was in violation of that rule), but it does seem to be veering highly casual. Of course, the little rebel in me kind of wants to go full-on suit and button down shirt tomorrow. Guess you'll have to check back to find out!