Yesterday, because I didn't do any work on Sunday, I was just as behind as I was on Friday, so I decided to get into work at 9a and shocking everyone. And I left home at 8.10a and got to work at 8.40a, which shocked me.

The van was crowded, and the driver let us stand. They usually don't do that, but so many people want to go in at that hour that they brave the cops.

I got on and I was standing, holding the bar above my head with one hand and holding my bag and my book that I was trying to read in the other, and I suddenly realized that my pants were falling down.

Now I know these pants have always fallen down, but I really think I'm losing weight because now they fall down even when they are only one day out of the dryer rather than four. And on this van, they started to fall.

I couldn't let go of the bar above my head, the ride was too jerky, and there was too much in my other hand to get my pants, too. I jammed my knees together, hoping that they wouldn't get that far, but I was really afraid to move.

I think I was holding them up psychically.

I was praying that we'd get into the city quickly, because though my long coat was covering the inexorable creep downward, I really couldn't think of anything more embarrassing than my jeans puddling around my ankles on a crowded, rush-hour van.

When we got into the city, I had to reach into my pocket for the money, and thought that that might be the straw that made the camel's pants fall down, but they stayed until I started getting off the van, and my hands were free to catch them on the way down.

And you thought that losing weight would make this journal dull!

Today's horoscope:
A willingness to admit mistakes serves you well in a relationship. Confess and move to a new level of intimacy.

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