In the morning I was feeling vaguely crappy, as I sometimes do, and now I'm thinking that it was (on top of the usual theoretical annoyances with life) partially due to my outfit. I managed to wear nothing but grey, black, and two different shades of brown. I reason that, hey, my outfit probably broke a fashion rule -- look ma, I'm a rebel! -- but it was probably one of the more boring fashion rules out there. :-(

Emeril would probably tell me to kick it up a notch.

I'm feeling better now, but I am also feeling more distracted from my film paper. You win some, you lose some.