I should have worn different socks

It's funny what you think about. This morning I wasn't feeling that well. But I've been trying to winnow out my possessions so I made myself wear a pair of cotton slacks that always look redder in the light outside the house. I fished out a maroon-striped shirt out of the laundry closet. It is long-sleeved. The cuffs are beginning to fray. I decided to wear a brown belt and brown shoes. The brown shoes are almost new because I wear black all the time. Anyway, I wore black socks. The shoes and the belt didn't look that good with these pants. But with black socks. Yuck. I should get rid of these pants. The color is just all wrong. I can't figure them out. I also considered, before putting on the brown pants, discarding a well-worn pair of black cotton slacks. They are worn enough to be comfortable. Only they are a 33 waist and, at my current peak pig weight (181), they just do not work. At all. So I should get rid of them. But I didn't put them in the thrift store pile I started in the guest room. No, I put them back in the closet beside a pair of Levis 550 jeans which have a 34 waist and which I also can't really wear. (I have a bunch of 560's with a 34 waist that do fit. This is the model that Levis is allegedly doing away with. I haven't even considered 501's in years.)

Aren't you glad you read this journal? I bet I have you begging now to tell you what I ate today. That wasn't pretty either. I had an all-day class. I ate a free apple this morning before going in there or maybe at one of the breaks. At some point I had an apple with my black coffee. I ate nachos and some raw carrots for lunch because we only had an hour, I had to do my e-mail and such and it's what I had. I had a diet Dr. Pepper with the nachos but later got a full sugar one to try to stay awake. The Dimetapp I was taking for my sniffling was putting me to sleep.