Joe Molinelli

I don’t know if this has happens to anyone else. It really must because it doesn’t seem all that special. Why am I writing about it if it’s not special? Well…stop…talking. I woke up this morning wrapped in my many (read: 2) blankets and I thought, “It feels so good to not wear pants to bed.” So I lay in bed for 10 minutes reveling at how good it feels with just blankets and boxers. Then the landlady come’s a-knockin’ and I’m so reluctant to get up because now, pants. So I throw off my sheets and I’M WEARING PANTS ALREADY. I was so disappointed, like I wasted 10 minutes of my life thinking I was enjoying something, while I was totally enjoying something else. Then I slink over to the door too late because the landlady had already called my roommate since I took too long to get to the door anyway, but, UGH! How’d these pants get on me? It’s like some weird Schroedinger’s cat thing where I’m simultaneously wearing pants and not wearing them until I look.