I'm kinda drunk. Not really inebriated, but just mildly intoxicated. I rather enjoy this state as I don't have to worry about the brown bottle flu or an arrest for disorderly conduct. Still it brings out the silly in me which sometimes, okay all the time, lets forth too much information. This night was no exception.
I told my friends about an episode that happened this week that I found quite disturbing. They thought it to be rather humorous. Not sure whether the story was funny because of the alcohol they consumed I'll let you decided.
I sleep in boxers and a t-shirt. No pajamas or anything fancy. It's simple attire. A few mornings back though I had an interesting incident. My alarm clock went off and I felt a bit of a chill. It was then I realized I was not wearing any undershorts.
I was dumbfounded. I found them at the foot of my bed, but couldn't understand why this happened. I was sleeping alone and wasn't having one of 'those' dreams. Apparently I sleep pretty heavily as my boxers somehow liberated themselves. This concerns me.
"You can tell a lot about a person from his underwear." - Rachel Bilson