It's time to escape, but I don't know where the fck I'm headed

Maybe two sticks of incense simultaneously burning in the office with the door shut was a bit much. I was going for the ritualistic writing environment to inspire my session, but instead I have cottonmouth like I've been smoking in a bar.

Even though the morning was chilly and grey, I decided I wanted to have a summer lunch: hot dogs and corn on the cob and sliced tomatoes and watermelon. And now the sun is coming out! And I see blue sky! Please put in your requests now for other small miracles you would like me to perform.

Three weeks from today is my birthday. And on that day I will be in California. I've been writing about a road trip and that makes me want to take one, and we are not driving to SF, but I will be renting a car and leaving the confines of the city to visit outlying areas, so that still sates my desire for specific travels.

It sucked him out the window, he ain't come home again

I love that feeling when you find an article of clothing in a store, and you have a vision of exactly how it will look on you and what you will wear it with and then the moment comes and you put it on and it fits so perfectly, you could almost cry.

Or maybe it's just me.

I bought these khaki pants yesterday when I had one of these perfect visions in the store, but I do not look like a prep, a douchebag, or a neo-nazi. They fit me in a way, that I'm re-thinking my Movie Outfit. (A Movie Outfit is what I think of as a trademark look for myself that would look good for an entire film, where the plot is such that I'm wearing essentially the same clothes for most of the two hours, except for perhaps during a scene near the end that requires me to dress up in a suit. Previous Movie Outfits have included favorite pair of jeans and my 'american pop icon' t-shirt with the flocked eagle design.)

So today I'm wearing them with black shoes, my complicated black belt (it has stitching designs and small silver studs and my big "Sun City" buckle), a short sleeve button down black (with black vertical stripes) shirt. I'm still not totally sold on the short-sleeve shirt on me yet, though this one at least doesn't make me look like a mormon on his mission and it's approaching a reasonable look. My outfit is not particularly flashy or innovative, but it's simply that the shirt and the pants both fit me exceedingly well. I have spent so much of my life in clothes that made me uncomfortable and hid my body for various reasons, this is still a novelty for me to be all jazzed at how I look. And it's not just me who thinks this -- I got checked out several times on the train (by men and women) and then on the elevator on the way up by an attorney in the office. After making eye contact recognition and exchanging hellos, she gave me the up and down and looked slightly suprised, then turned away quickly and we resumed conversing about the weather.

Now if only the weather would cooperate and get hot by Thursday night so I can wear my ridiculous board shorts that have a big stripe across the front, highlighting (and accentuating) my package.