Now is the time of year where waking up is even more of a struggle knowing that there are cold winds and various forms of rimy precipitation ready to make the day worse than it already is. Fatigue and want of convenience stifles my creativity and I walk out the door looking not as the fashion plate that I would like to be, but more like an outmoded university professor of arcane subject matter. I have taken to wearing a sweater and shirt combination which in the dreary light of the morning is acceptable, until it is further examined in the fluorescence of my cubicle.

Looking around the office it is hardly an offense, in fact it is a welcomed change of pace compared to the wrinkled shirts and pants of the nerd army that sit amongst me, but this is no excuse or my behavior. I need to stop wearing this safe and predictable uniform.