Sadly, this is me more often than not.
When you look up and realize you've got twistie ties and colored pencils in your hair, it's time to take a walk. (But please, do us all a favor and put on some real pants.)
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hahaa, scary how accurate that is... Also, I just broke the back off my chair the other day in my mad dash to the kitchen b/c I had forgotten I had something on the stove. Writing + cooking does not work.
So... Can you define "real" pants? Do pajama pants count? No? Ah, sweatpants it is, then. *Sigh*
Being eccentric is such a bother sometimes.
No, you're not really crazy until the "If I'm not leaving the house, then why should I wear shoes" turns into "I just need a bottle of milk, and these don't look too much like pyjama pants...Ah, I'll risk it." And, you know, I'm still not the craziest person in my neighbourhood.
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