Pajama party, that is. Or in my case, let’s keep it going, because there are some days when I wake up in the morning and have to get dressed for work, and I think to myself, “Well this is some bullshit.”

Guys, mornings are rough. R-U-F-F. I’m the kind of person who sits at her desk at 10:00am and prays to God no one catches onto the fact that the only thing I’m doing is staring at my computer screen. Yes, I wrote that correctly: 10am. Do not expect anything spectacular from me before 12.

I can’t help it. Mornings have never been my thing.

Which goes without saying that there are some days when slacks, loafers, and a blazer are not going to find themselves in my vocabulary. Work may not even find itself in there. (Haha, just kidding, HR. Just kidding.) But you know what will? George Costanza.

And since it’s approximately 10am right now, I can’t come up with anything else witty to say. The bottom line is that I essentially rolled out of bed and put shoes on, and pretended not to notice when strangers around me tried to figure out what was going on.

Because, #tbt to that asshole college professor who scheduled one of your core classes at 8am three times a week.

Jesus, it’s Monday. Nevermind.