Tonight’s the first time in over a week that I get to dress up, and I ain’t feeling it. I’m sitting here, in the apartment, and I don’t feel sexy or beautiful. I feel blah all over. I think the drab color I chose is affecting my mood.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the shirt, but it would have looked better with slacks. I also think I should have taken the time to shave, but I didn’t. It was getting late, and I didn’t want to lose another hour or so to jump into the shower and shave my legs, chest, etc. I knew I would be wearing jeans so I skipped it because who would know? Well, I know and that’s enough to ruin it.
I’ll just call tonight a wash and that’ll be that. I guess I could change, but I really don’t want to. I’ll just sit here and accept that it isn’t always easy being me, that sometimes I have to suffer the blahs just like everyone else.