Today was bad in that weird kind of way that makes your head feel muggy and you lose track of what day it is. For quite a few hours today I was absolutely convinced that it was Thursday. I also spent a couple of hours trapped in my car in a parking lot surrounded by ranting, questionably sober men with shopping carts. After all that, I’m kind of glad I decided to put negligible effort into my outfit today and wear a t-shirt, mostly because this is the softest thing I’ve ever worn. I picked it up at a vintage store a while ago already worn to the point of perfection and near sheerness, and every now and then I pull it out to remind myself that band tees are still 100% legitimate items of clothing. I really wish I could say that it’s appearance today was part of a premonition of the shittiness that today would become or even just a stylistic choice but in all honesty I think it had a lot more to do with the fact that I haven’t managed to save up enough quarters to work the laundry machine in what I’d like to call a fortnight.
