regression

without realizing the odd coincidence of it, i went out today for some hard core library-sitting, wearing the sort of prep all-star outfit i used to wear to the library in college. you know, khakis (the same ones, actually), sport coat, untucked dress shirt. i even ironed the dress shirt. i was thinking about how ridiculous that was - i just ironed a shirt so i can go to the library. so was some subconscious trigger set off that told me to dress the part, or is it just another chapter in the endless random act of being myself? i'll leave the philosophizing to others.