The moment when you pass someone attractive you met last night and realize you're wearing the same outfit as yesterday (come now, a perfectly good outfit combo shouldn't be wasted, and you do it too) and your mouth is full of chicken taco and you blog about it on your way to work and take a raptor-esque picture of your day-2 outfit and finish an unacceptably lengthy sentence. At least there's an awkward and sideways picture for you and your poor, annoyed, OCD souls.
