And lo, I have dubbed this, the sixth Day of November in the year two thousand and four, official Pyjamma Day.
This is a day wherein I will endeavor to spend the next 24 hours (at least) in my pyjammas, doing as little productive work as possible.
I have been busy, yo! I am all in demand and shit. For the past 10-ish weeks, I’ve had an average of 2.5 engagements each weekend, often with one extra event thrown in on a weeknight. All this in addition to that whole full-time work thing, and the toastmasters course, and yoga, and keeping house, and taking up jogging, and sometimes, when I’m lucky, even sleep!
Yes, I know there are some of you out there far more busy than I. Tough Shit. This is my blog, and we’re talking about me now. And I. Am. Tired.
I’ve got three movies to tide me through the day tomorrow (Made, Ladykillers, Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys), a couple of good books, a fully stocked fridge, and a pair of very cozy pyjammas, fresh out of the laundry.
And I will veg. And reacquaint myself with my old friend “nap.”
And it will be good.