Look Sharp

You know how you get to the point that you've been doing things for so long [taking the D train, buttering your toast, flogging the girl from Accounting] that it becomes almost second nature? Today I realized that every day for the last asfarbackasIcanremember, I've come out of the shower, towelled off, then given myself two quick shots of Kenneth Cole Black -- one on the chest, one on the lower abs, dangerously close to His Majesty.

I'm trying to figger when this started. Did I, one morning, think I'd be getting blown at the office and it just kinda took hold from there? I mean, I can see pre-date... but pre-work?