I'm wearing black rolled-up jeans (having run out of shorts, I don't have the heart to make cutoffs) and a satiny blue pajama top, which, really, looks nothing at all like a pajama top, so I'm just going to wear it all day, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. I'm also about to put on the shoes my fondly homophobic father describes as my bulldyke shoes, because they look like you could kill cockroaches with them. However, I've heard they're cute on me, possibly because I have some ineffable 'girly' vibe that overcomes the bulldykery of the shoes. God knows where that (the girly vibe) comes from, since I and the general accoutrements of girlishness (primping, makeup, doing anything with my hair except brushing it and sometimes not even that) do not get along. Perhaps it's my boobs. It usually is.