Shirts

Tuesday night

I was standing in my room looking at two stacks of folded shirts, and I didn't like my choices. The ones on the left were white; the ones on the right were dark beige, almost brown. I frowned and said, "I'm such a preppie."

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Actually, I'm not a preppie at all, although I did wear a short-sleeved shirt with two buttons at the collar to the poker tournament.

I've been burning the midnight and post-midnight oil something fierce lately, working on projects at home. It goes without saying that when I don't sleep much, I don't dream much...