Anyway, I wore a blue suit with a matching bright orange shirt. And a tie that had both orange and blue.
In the end, it was funny. It was a fun way of breaking the rhythm.
In another metaphorical sense of suiting up, I realized at how much I suck at writing. This has something to do with writing something that is academic. It also has something to do with writing something for a layperson but has power on you. I am trying to have an IRB protocol cleared, and before I submit it for review, I was told by my adviser to have it get looked at by the lab director first, who also is a member of my committee. And boy, sitting down with her for an hour was very much eye-opening. I ended up realizing that the way I write puts too much burden on the reader, assuming that they know the knowledge that I have, and using so much jargon that the reader would have a hard time understanding it if this reader was not coming from the same background as I am. In the end, I was told to aim for the lowest common denominator: I should assume that I am writing for my mother, who is presumably intelligent, and yet does not have an idea what I am working with. My adviser told me the same thing a while ago, that I should write for my dentist, who is presumably intelligent, but does not share the same specialty as me. I need to improve on that.
Anyway, that's that. The weather here is getting crappy. It has been raining for the past couple of days, and I kinda do not like it, because winter is not here yet, and already the sky looks glum. The sky should suit up, as they say. I don't like seeing grey skies in October, knowing full well that this would be the norm when February comes.