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so it's come to sweater-vests

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

There was no !(*#&$* streetcar until 08:50 this morning. No one batted an eye at the complete absence of service. Late as I was, I decided to take a five minute detour as I switched streetcar lines (getting off at Yonge and walked down to King). I stopped at a mens clothing store and bought two sweaters I'd looked at the night before. The reason for the second visit: the store was offering them today at 50% due to a sale.

So it's official, I'm a middle aged office drone replete with sweater vests and greying beard. I'm even doing audit work.