Yesterday was off from the get go. Woke up at 6 cause I had to get to Alewife to park my car to take the train into to Charles MGH for work at MEEI at 8 and then take the train back at 1 to get my car to get to a Doctors appointment in Watertown at 1:45 before then driving to Harvard Square for work at the Cambridge Tennis Club at 2:30. (ok thats my way introducing myself right there - self-made workaholic to make the cash flow by watching saggy bottomed/boobed old women play tennis and helping to design protocol for clinical trials on animals and humans in the eye and ear infirmary for a combined 70+ hours a week. Anyways, it started when I put my robot boxers on. Now I used to be all about printed boxers - the more weird shit on them the better (I can still picture a pair I used to rock that had scantily clad women carrying pitchforks among flames and fighter planes = SICK). Anyways, now I dont really mess with the prints and generally stick to solid colors, the occasional plaid, and of course a pair of silks for my birthday, all major holidays, and most probably the Celtics Home Opener in a few weeks that I finally got tickets for. So why the robots? Laundry Day. Now I cant confidently say when exactly in high school it was that I jumped off the novelty/patterned/absurd looking boxer bandwagon, but I can tell you that every time I have done my laundry in the past five years or so I have been in my robot boxers (until I trade them for a pair of gym shorts when I toss them into the washer too). Off to work where for the first time I was able to pick up my ID card for the hospital and its elevators. Normally I had to call my boss on the sixth floor and have her ride down to take me back up. Now I just had to wave a plastic card with my mug shot on it onto a sensor in the elevator.