two undershirt day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.11.12
You know the kind of day where you decide at 6:30 to have a bit of a nap, so you take off your shirt and discover that you've been wearing two undershirts all day?
This was that kind of day.
After the nap, I went to the monthly photo.meetup.com thing. There were seven of us, in all, and all of us were repeat visitors. It's getting to be pretty good, I have to say. I gave my usual pitch of being out of work (such a familiar story, by now).