Stream of consciousness:

I look at the clock and realize I should've left half an hour ago. I sigh quietly to myself, I really need to keep better track of things. No time to straighten my hair, I pull it back into a low ponytail and go through three pairs of earrings before finding a pair that look right with my simple collar necklace. Plain silver hoops. Take another dissatisfied look at my hair. Not great, but it'll have to do. I drag a short, military style jacket out of the closet and slide into it. I look at the mirror. The jacket is too casual for the rest of my outfit. I throw it on the bed and sort through a few other jackets before putting on a black sweater. It goes with my outfit, but has a certain old lady quality about it. Hang it on the closet doorknob and put back on the first jacket. I'd rather look funky and mismatched than like somebody's grandmother. Throw my cellphone, wallet, and keys into a small purse and run out the door. Smile up at the moon and get into my car. I spin out of the driveway much more dramatically than I had intended, slinging gravel and leaving a trail of dust behind me. I'm rushing too much and driving too fast. I make a mental note that my new shoes, while pretty, are not much good for driving. "Dare" by Gorillaz comes on the radio and I calm down a little. This song just makes me happy. Pass a cop, hit the brakes, I'd better drive slower. Mutter under my breath at the guy who just pulled out in front of me, and decide that I'm not in that much of a hurry afterall. Turn up the radio louder and sing along. You know you do it too. Almost enjoy the rest of the drive to my destination. Find a parking space and stop the car and turn it off, check my makeup in the vanity mirror. My lipstick looks too dull. I search my purse, and can't find so much as a single lipgloss, probably for the first time in my life. Grumble to myself and wish I hadn't broken my lipgloss keychain. Get out and set the car alarm. The strap on the back of my shoe slips off as I walk inside, so much for being graceful. Note to self, while pretty, the new shoes are not much good for walking. Take a deep breath and remind myself that it's only one day, and nobody out there is judging me as much as I'm judging myself. Okay, maybe they are, but at least not to my face. A few hours later I head home and cook a little pasta. Eat dinner alone in front of the computer. My shoes start to pinch at my toes. While pretty, my new shoes are not much good for sitting. Reach down and scratch the ears of the adorable dog sitting at my feet. Today is okay, I guess.