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Ugh. Another December day at this office, another afternoon lunch at a swanky place. Oh sigh. I get burnt out on these business lunches by this time of year. Probably because they make me have to get up extra-early to shower before work. You know, like 7:30 a.m., instead of 7:50. Torturous, I know, which is why I usually go to work with a nice layer of Yesterday's Grime on me.

So. I tried to put together a hip biz-casz outfit for this lunch, but managed to just make myself look like a rumply, pilled-sweater freak of nature. I mean, at this point I could just velcro in some shoulder pads and rock the 80's "Sistas Are Doin' For Themselves" look, and I don't think anyone would bat an eyelash. Yeah, thinking that my suede boots could bridge the gap between going-out clothes and biz-casz? Yeah. Big mistake.

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If someone could tell me why the format of this page is all jacked, that'd be cool. I have three scarves and a clapotis to make before Christmas. I'm swamped.