Blogging while exhausted

Hey, guys.

I’m too tired to really, really write.

So instead, I’m going to take the cheap way out and post another ridiculous eye-barred photo of myself, which should entertain you until next week when I’m a tad less sleep-deprived. (Those who emailed asking for more photos, here’s looking at you.)

First, the Story Behind the Picture:

It was 2am on December 24^th. I was at home for Christmas and getting ready for bed. Teeth were brushed, contact lenses were removed, and overnight bag was unpacked. At which point I realized that although I had brought extra underwear, a jar of peanut butter, and a bathing suit (just in case!), I had forgotten my pajamas.

And in upstate New York, to be pajama-less is to face the imminent possibility of freezing one’s ass off. I mean, actually freezing it off, such that you get up in the morning, thinking everything is ok, only to get out of bed and trip over the sad, frozen full moon that might once have been your buttocks but which is now detached, lying on the floor, being chewed on by the dog.

I ran back downstairs.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Do you have any extra pajamas or sweatpants?”

“Not really, honey. Why?”

“I forgot to pack mine. They don’t have to be fashionable, I just need something pajama-esque.”

“Oh,” said my mom. “In that case, I do have a one-piece union suit with a snap-front that I bought when your father and I lived in Connecticut.”

“Sure, let me try it on,” I said, having failed to consider that my parents had last lived in Connecticut sometime in the mid-1970s.

And that’s how I ended up scrambling around the house in a pair of red-and-blue-horizontally-striped-adult-sized-footed-pajamas, looking like the Christmas Mental Ward Mascot Escapee and with my father behind me shouting, “HOLY SHIT! GET THE CAMERA!”

It’s been a hit on Myspace, though.