Monday, October 31, 2011
An outfit to a costume
Like this morning. I went to get dressed, and got unbelievably mad at (the absent) Scott for wearing my belt. It's happened once before, and it's really not a big deal, since I have two black belts. Of course, I wasn't thinking very clearly when I found the other one, and continued to be mad that he was wearing the significantly more girly, and thus significantly less likely to be confused for his own, black belt. I still haven't found it, but after I tripped on a still-not-unpacked suitcase (Scott's, though I'll admit mine is just as not-unpacked), I did knock some sense into my head that it's likely missing in the disaster that is our apartment right now, and that I should likely use some of this nervous energy to clean up.
Does anyone else find that their place becomes a disaster whenever they are slightly psychologically unbalanced? No? Just me? That's ok, I think I'll embrace my freak flag today, attempt to at least make the place liveable for the time being, and then go all crazy cleaning lady on it when I've had some sleep.
Don't forget to check back tomorrow to see how this outfit becomes a costume!! Any guesses?