My morning can best be summed up as "bitter cold." It is cold, and I am bitter about this. I'm running late because the cat decided to chase a bird into the house. I have no stockings on, which makes the morning colder, but I am looking quite yummy in my black interview suit. It is called my black interview suit, because it was purchased, dry cleaned and only worn for this occasion. I hate my black interview suit. It is reminiscient of funeral attire. Black, solomn, boring. Not at all like my grey suit. My grey suit is a power suit. Grey with pink pinstripe. Add pearls, and I look like a girl with style and class. But today I'm in the black suit. The politically correct, I have no style, my ego has died, black suit. Another reason to be bitter, on this bitter cold morning.