As you may or may not know, I like wearing black clothes. My fashion sensibility was tempered by two things in the media. First and foremost I remember as a little kid I was watching some variety show, The Donny and Marie Show or something with those Sid and Marty Kroft puppets eating the stars, and there was this short and stocky guy wearing black explaining he was wearing black because of all the bad things in the world. A nice sentiment but it ends up that he just likes wearing black.
The next thing was watching 9½ Weeks. Kim Basinger is going through Mickey Rourke's closet and finds that he has hundreds of the same, dark outfit. I thought that was the coolest fucking thing ever.
Black has its merits. It's slimming, it doesn't get visibily dirty that easily and one doesn't have to separate the laundry unless one's doing their underwear and socks. Black is good for every occasion, funeral, wedding because it's elegant.
Unfortunately there's a downside to wearing black. The driver side seat in my car is very dark. For those of you playing along at home, my car's interior is beige. Years of wearing black and commuting has left a nigh-indelible mark on my car. On Saturday I picked up a can of upholstery cleaner and some Armor-All and decided I'd spend Sunday cleaning the car.
First it's high time that I cleaned my car since it's been so long since it last got vacuumed out and washed. Next I have that interview on Tuesday down in Trinidad. Holy shit, that's 128 miles away from Colorado Springs! Keep in mind the job isn't in Trinidad but the job has the potential to take people across the state. So I'm being self conscious about my car thinking that how I present myself and my vehicle will have some bearing on my chances for getting this job.
The back seat of my car is coming along fine and will just require some elbow grease. Sunday morning was spent vacuuming and washing the car. The front seat appears to be a lost cause which means I need to get seat covers. Live and learn. Just need to remember to get them in black.
One final lesson is that I don't keep any beverages in the car which aren't seltzer water. Just sayin' 
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I had reached a three-way fork in the road and didn't know which path to take. My watch said that I had about ten minutes to get to work before I was late. A chick with bright pink hair was hiking downhill from the road on the far left. "Which road gets me to this road?" I asked but I was more specific about road names in the dream. She stopped, shrugged and pointed at the road on the far right. My ascent began anew.
Turns out that she was only guessing and I was heading nowhere fast. A break in the trees showed there was an amusement park to my left and my work was near that amusement park. So I backtracked, the girl was long gone and I headed up the leftmost fork. By the time I reached the amusement park I checked my watch expecting to see that I was really late but I could still make it with class. It was 7:25 in the morning.
Either something strange was happening or my dream was being kind to me. Anyway I became lost and there was no way I'd find my way to work or my way back home.
I really wish that I wouldn't dream about work.
