Today started well, as No Pants Day. No Pants Days can start just like any other day, but they tend to take a turn at the point that I get out of bed. On a normal day when I get out of bed I tend to go "hmm, I feel that I shall now go and have a shower and then put clothes on, including pants".

On a No Pants Day I tend to follow this pattern up until the point when I think about showers and clothes. Rather than having a shower and putting on clothes, including pants, I tend to leave the whole shower and pants thing out, and simply wrap my bedsheet around my waist. Today this lasted for quite a while. I like to watch the different reactions of people who ring a doorbell and are presented with a boy wearing nothing but a bedsheet.

I gave about four people a jumpstart to their, umm, afternoon, before I found a reason to remove the sheet and add pants to my body. The reason, far from being erotic, as some have hypothesised, was to go to Dick Smith's. This is a venerable reason to do pretty much anything, but especially to remove a bedsheet from one's person.

I've heard that they don't let you but cat 5 cable if you're not wearing valid underwear.

Since then I have been to Kylie's place for a relaxed 21st party thing, walked to Toowong, bought beer, got a taxi back here, drunk beer and read my book. Yay me.

Time to make some food now.

uuuugh still blinded by your comments page...hehum...

no pants day :) I'd like that, a boy opening the door with nothing but a bed sheet. But then, German beds are different. You actually have something called a BLANKET. It's big and filled with feathers (well not really, the smaller stuff, you know what I mean.). Try to wrap that round your waist... won't hold a minute. heh. Your No Pants Day would have ended quite quickly around here... as the oh-I'd-rather-wear-pants-afterall Day usually follows the No BedSheet Day part quite quickly.