Typical

I finally have a real, honest to god, actual date. And I have nothing to wear. The only things clean are the things that still fit me a couple months ago. I thought I threw all that stuff out, but apparently either I've lost more than I thought (doubtful), or I missed a bunch of stuff on accident or purpose. Funny that at the same time, I hardly care what I wear as long as it fits.

Ah well. We're just meeting for a drink.

More later.