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Embracing my inner slacker

So I started off wanting to catch up on my book reviews, then realized it would be crazy to write five posts (reviews for Everything is Miscellaneous, OK OK OK, Robot Dreams, Crush, and The City of Dreaming Books) on the second day of NaBloPoMo and have none of them count.

I mean, duh.

Well, really I started off feeling crappy and emailing in sick. Yeah, I don’t call in sick, I email in sick. If it were later in the morning, I guess I could have instant messaged in sick. Someday maybe I could twitter in sick, but my manager doesn’t reliably use twitter. Yet.

This means I spent a good deal of the day wearing these. Technically I wasn’t breaking any agreed upon rules, because 1) I wasn’t working, and 2) they are not pajamas. See, pajamas and lounge pants are two different things. Key example: pajama bottoms do not have pockets, but lounge pants do. I guess they don’t have to, but then they’d feel less like lounge pants and more like jammies if they didn’t. I made some deal with Lisa when I started mostly working from home not to stay in my pajamas all day.

One of the things the 365 days project has revealed is just how damn often I wear certain things. I didn’t notice this at first, then I realized holy crap it’s like I have three shirts. And I spend most of the cold months wearing thermal shirts around the house, with flannel bottoms. It’s November, so they’re back.

I’ll get to those reviews eventually. I think I wanted to do them today because even though sick days are perfectly reasonable things to take, even though the whole point is not having to do anything, I still felt like a slacker. And not in a good way.

I didn’t actually take a nap, but I did get over it. Poor Lisa, she dropped off the laundry because I wasn’t going to put real pants back on.

Feel better. I’ve got minor sniffles too… getting a flu shot next week. w00t.

And yes! I also own 3 shirts! This has been a problem my entire life, and each year I think I’m going to become a person who actually demonstrates the full range of her closet. I’m good for awhile, and then I lapse again and realize that my students probably think that I really do own no other clothes.