Disconnected. Un-arranged. Un-organized.

My feet smell like feet and it's cold in the shade today.
Yesterday there was a cameraman filming models riding around on segways in the middle of the financial district.
Five baseball fans have asked me who I'm rooting for, to each one, I've said "Myself."
MyGirl wants me to pick up a night guard for her.
My lunch-time salad seemed so boring today as I was eating it. Once I got near the bottom I realized that all the good bits had fallen through the leaves of lettuce. The last ten minutes of salad-eating was all beans and blue cheese and olives and goodness.
I just got my bonus from work. It is for $123.78 more than what I got in my paycheck that I received twenty minutes earlier. It's a good day.