I suffered from several minor delusions today. Among them:
- That it was November.
- That I had not worn the same pair of socks yesterday.
- That my shoes were dry when I walked across the hardwood floor of my trendy, upscale apartment.
- That my apartment was of the trendy and upscale variety.
- That my middle name was Randolph.
- That peanut butter cookies are an acceptable substitute for any of the three major daily meals.
- That my kitty was not the cutest thing in the universe.
- That in England, they call football “soccer”.
- That my beard makes me look somewhat suave.
- That the musical is making a comeback.
- That today is Sunday.
- That I was right when I realized it was not Sunday.
- That dragging my digital camera around everywhere makes me into some sort of photojournalist.
- That if I bought the “Ab Roller” I would actually use it and see results.
- That the numbers 359 and 953 are interchangeable.
- That if I walked around Water Tower Place for an hour or two, I would not only be infused with the Christmas spirit and love my fellow man, but also get all my shopping done.
- That I could get by on charm alone.
Fine then.