It's going to be one of those Fridays.
This morning I seemed to be on autopilot as I got ready for work. Wakeup, shower, jocks, socks, Hmmmm... what next, iTunes. I need some tunes to dance around to in my jocks for a moment. Next, oh I know, my fave navy pinstripe work pants. "Oh, I like this song." Next ummmm, my Friday Marcs work shirt, no tie, it is Friday after all... (who am I kidding, I never wear a tie, I'm a designer).
Skip forward 15 minutes... I've got off the train and heading up the escalator at the train station, iPod filling my head with Betty Boo, and I'm feeling the cool breeze around my ankles as I step up each step. "That's not right" I think to myself. No, not the fact that I'm listening to Betty Boo, but my ankles. D'oh, I had totally put on the most wrong socks and not even realised it. Short running socks. So I almost burst out laughing at my own "dumbness". Upshot of this is at least I'm ready to run out the door this arvo after work.