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[bipolarcurious]

A real update as soon as I get a chance...I do want to speak of my Ithaca weekend, after all.

But here's a quickie:

Went to bed with jammie pants on. Woke up pantsless with jammie pants stuffed into a corner behind the bed. No recollection of removing said pants. Must inquire with the wife. Wtf.

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[bipolarcurious]

I don't feel bad, merely baffled. Fascinated, definitely. AWESTRUCK, even?

Anyway, I've definitely done this or similar actions before in the course of my life (removed pants and/or shirt, or in one case, awoke in a different pair of jammies than what I'd gone to sleep in). But you do this *all* the time? Even better! This is a very specific kind of somnalism (?)...I wonder what we're called?

[chiashurb]

Who needs pants, anyway?

[gwynarina]

Oh that's so weird. Almost the same exact thing happened to me on Christmas Eve a few years back. Except in this version:

1. I had been drinking a hell of a lot of whisky with my brothers, who finally put me to bed (and mos def did NOT take off my pants for me)

2. I was wearing well-fitting blue jeans as opposed to jammie pants

Found them stuffed between the bed and the wall on Christmas morning, still zipped and buttoned.

[jererereremy]

sometimes pants just aren't ment to be.

(this is that lovable rascal, cary elwes, by the way)