Going out tonite; what to wear, eek. Always feel like the fashion police are going to swoop down and write me up. Take me away in handcuffs to Old Navy or somewhere and make me try on cargo pants in every colour. Force me to take a test on layering and colour combinations. Put me before the judge o' style, where I will be sentenced to remain indoors, out of sight from the 20-somethings with a clue. When I go out for an evening of fun, it shouldn't be stressful. Right?