I went down for a "gehhh I'm sick" nap and was rudely awakened by a caterwaul from the ceiling. Somehow in my deranged I-don't-want-to-be-awake mind I slipped into shoes, continued to hold onto my Rowebear Carebear stuffie, grab my iPod (which was on my ears and under my pillow), end up with a book in my hand (somehow that always happens), and go down the wrong stairs.
I was thus the person everyone came to with an amused smile to pat me on the head and say things like, "I'm sorry, deary," and "Oh poor pet," and "It's five o'clock." (To which I replied, "I was having my pre-dinner nap!")
I got to stand around in the cold with my assortment of junk and look haggard.
Really, an evening of great fun, that.
I'm going to go down to dinner in my jammies now. Might as well. The whole hall saw me down in them for the fire alarm.
I'll get dressed for LGBT later.
Yes, yes, I just knew I'd be asleep...