Different, somehow

...this day is. Though I was a bit late (clocked in at 8:58 a.m. Hmmm, that was close). It must have been the hunk overdose. Grey's Anatomy was on TV when I came home last night and Edward Burns was on Will and Grace after that. By the time both shows were up, it was already past my bed time. With my clogged nose, I endeavor to sleep early, if only to avoid the misery of dealing with this seasonal bout with cold (Climate change. It began to get really hot last week. Summer's definitely here) but sadly, I lost the battle to my fan syndrome.

How different could this day get? For a change, I wore black loafers with my khakis instead of jeans and sneakers. Grand, eh? This might be my subconscious dressing up to welcome my new old model phone which I'm going to have later this afternoon. Sure, I have survived two months off the sms and mms circuit but being connected has its advantages so I decided to end my sabbatical. Besides, the olds have yet to get comfortable with the internet. In the meantime, sms is still the preferred mode of communication.