. . . and maybe more than one at a time.
i’m on day two of a stay at home in my jammies streak. the world is crazy, chaotic, overwhelming, loud, boisterous, jumpy, depressing. i don’t understand how anybody actually gets out of bed and manages to slog through the next twelve hours without screaming.
so for the past two days, i haven’t tried. well, i’ve tried. and then failed. and put my jammies back on and gotten back into bed. hulu.com is very good for a pajama day. so is a book. so is a copy of vogue and a candy bar.
last year, i made a commitment to meet all 325 of my facebook friends. some were people i hadn’t seen in years. some were people i had never even met. some people lived in my sleepy little town of winnetka, some lived in countries i couldn’t locate on a map. i learned a lot of interesting skills: karate chopping a wood block, opening a champagne bottle with a saber sword, boxing, and tolerance for people who try very very hard to forget that the world is crazy, chaotic, overwhelming, loud, boisterous, jumpy, depressing.
there are a lot of people like me, i’ve discovered. some take pajama days and some take pajama months and some just call it a pajama lifestyle. i also have acquired new friends, enough so that facebook has shut down my account for receiving new friends. when i click confirm on a new friend, i receive this message: Individual Facebook members can connect to a maximum of 5000 friends and Pages. To do this action, you’ll need to remove a friend or unlike a Page you’re already connected to. i’m now thirty five messages behind on emails through facebook. i might have to solve these problems. . . . after this last pajama day!