Change of clothes

The streak is over. For the past two months I wore the exact same outfit every second day. The other days would see only a change in the top. The seat of my jeans had developed some sort of gloss/sheen to them, blinding me if I examined them in the sun's light.

The clothes didn't seem to smell. Then again, no one would ever say something like that. Not unless it was me.

Eight hours straight in front of my friend's computer netted me nothing by an allergic reaction to the oil in the pizza.

Three assignments due in nineteen hours. No sanity remains.

I sure hope my earlier post about the American election result is way off the mark.

Soon Van

Saturday, 11 November 2000 - 11:10

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