when i put a t-shirt on, i usually don't bother to fix it if it's inside out. so i guess about half the time, it is. today it is. and there's a string hanging off the right shoulder and it keep catching my eye while i wander around my apartment today, so i keep turning expecting to see someone standing behind me. it freaked me out pretty bad while i was cooking breakfast. bad enough to sit down and write about it, but not bad enough to cut it off.
i leave tomorrow for san jose, where i'll be working until i fly home on the red-eye on friday night. i'm too old-school (read: too poor) to have a laptop, so i doubt i'll be posting from there very often. maybe i'll try to jump on and give you an update if something super-rad happens. but considering what i'll be doing there, the chances of that are slim to none. i do hope to do some writing while i'm there though, since at night i'll be in a hotel room all by myself without much to distract me other than television. so we'll see if that pans out. i wish i could bring my guitar.
although this isn't my first business trip (more like my 2nd or 3rd) i still find myself a little uncomfortable with the fact that i am a guy who goes on business trips and gets cash advances and hands in expense reports and stays in hotels i could never afford on my own and sits in middle seats on red-eye flights. i just never imagined being that guy. i don't know what i imagined. i don't even have anywhere to go with this, i just wanted to put it out there. i accumulate frequent flier miles. i sit in 22c. i eat my pretzel nubs and i like them. i have a box of business cards and i pass them out with a smile and a handshake. and i try to remember that there's more.