I KNOW

I know I didn't post the diary yet and I know I didn't put up the dang pictures either. Yeesh. I am busy working for the man and the man is mean and doesn't care if I'd like to eat lunch with a friend, or get my temporary (on for 6 months now) cap replaced, or even if I hang myself in my cube because making PowerPoint slides all day can do that to you.

I have been photographing all the outfits as they're worn to prove my adherence to the rules. Interesting feeling, this. It is hard to explain, but I do feel different. Really, I feel as if I'm itching for a fight (and how is that different, you say?)... not THAT kind of fight. More later... with photos. (Of clothes, not fights).