Weird Day.

Weird day.

It was book ended by white model building; something I haven’t done in more than a year. Up late and had a morning meeting. Panicked trying to get dressed with no clean laundry; consequently, threw together an outfit that appeared to be sponsored by a homeless Cyndi Lauper fan club- grey and black hound’s tooth leggings, lacy black skirt, purple undershirt, asymmetrical hemline gathered purple tank with a loose low collar and a black shrug that fit strangely when buttoned but exposed my shoulders when unbuttoned. Let’s not talk about my crazy hair. Normal outfit FAIL.

Work dragged on. Caused stress about the future. Felt annoyed by Boy Wonder.

Went to lunch with a friend. Ran into an acquaintance who knew said friend. Acquaintance asked if I was friend’s wife- slightly awkward considering our history- I proceeded to try to be playful and make jokes that fell flat. Very confused about why they thought I was the awkward party. Proceeded to eat El Salvadorian food. Ate pancakes filled with beans and cheese and pork and some weird flower bud that tasted like honey and perfume. Then proceeded to eat fried plantain with whipped cream (no sugar) and refried beans. Very odd, although not bad. Would eat stuffed pancakes (papoosas?) again.

Failed to meet up with good friend for dinner. Felt exhausted and bad for bailing. Then went to work to build more models. Now up late typing blog with unusual syntax.