seeeepy kitty

This morning was the first time that I've actually gone to class in my pajamas. In my now 5th year at Luther, I've never done it before. It wasn't like I changed out of my pj's into sweat clothes to wander over for my 8am extravaganza; I just put on a bra, laced up some shoes, and wandered over in the clothes I had just curled up in for the past 6 hours. I planned on taking a shower after class anyway, and didn't want to stink up whatever clothes I was going to put on for the day, so it just made sense to do it. No, I didn't wear kinky jammies that gave anyone a fun wake-up show, just simple sweatpants and my trout fry shirt that has a fish on the back sitting on a lawn chair saying "Rock out with your block out." Not my finest fashion statement, I'll give you that, and I was ready to fall asleep on my desk about 8 times during the first 45 min of the class, but I was comfy dammit. If only I had showered last night, I could've wandered back and taken a nap before lunch at 10. There's always tomorrow!