Good news! Today I really had nowhere to be until my 8 PM yoga class, so I woke up, assessed my attire, found it fitting for the yoga class, and stayed in it all day. Now, as I run through my routine of time-wasting sites on the computer because I'm procrastinating getting ready for bed (like I always do ["I'm too tired to get ready for bed!"]), I'm realizing that I'm already wearing clothes I can sleep in. Nice, and I'm not even being sarcastic.
Also nice: going to Target in the 9 to 10 PM hour.
Not very nice, but funny: The lady checking out the clothes rounders at Target next to me, talking on her phone to a very talkative gentleman, then hanging up on him in the middle of his long-windedness, not because she's mad, but because -- as I soon find out -- her stepson is boring her with the detailed drama of trying to get back with his ex-wife. She'll tell him later that her phone died. Stepmoms are not to be trusted!
Well, good night. Don't think I'm gross because I stayed in my pajamas for what will end up being around 36 hours. You all should try it.