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I'm so tired tonight. My brain refuses to think. But I have this funny image in my head I can't get rid of, and it's haunting me. Someone I used to know in college. She always dressed like, er, how should I put it... Let's just say that people who get their clothes from the Salvation Army looked more stylish than she ever did. But she thought she was so fashionable, and she once actually said that "あたしっておしゃれなの." A check jacket, flowery shirt, white shorts, black tights, white socks and red sneakers. Perhaps a supermodel may be able to get away with such a getup. MAYBE. I remember running into her at the university bookstore once: her hair was obviously unwashed, she had lipstick on her buckteeth, and she was wearing white kneehighs with frills. FRILLS. This was when she was pushing 30. It was painful to watch her. I guess one way to look at it is that she leaves an impression whenever she meets people. That can be called a skill, can't it? I've got to get rid of this scary image of her, or I'll have a nightmare tonight. God, people I meet....