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So, on Saturday, I was avoiding going to my family reunion by sitting around in my pajamas, enjoying the fact that I didn’t have to be anywhere or do anything. It was nice, because it’s very rare that I get to do that, and even rarer still that I get to have uninterrupted stretches of time alone, which is something that I’ve come to crave over the past few months.

Anyway, I was just sitting around, doing absolutely nothing, listening to silence and probably chain smoking, because I’m me and all, and I heard this big noisy diesel truck pull up in my driveway. I knew it was my cousin and his wife, and I also knew that if I answered the door wearing my pajamas, I’d have to explain why I was lazy and blah blah blaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. So I figured that before I answered the door, I’d have to put on actual clothes, and I didn’t feel like putting on actual clothes before I took a shower, and I didn’t feel like talking to anybody anyway, so I just stayed where I was.

I heard a knock at the back door. I thought that I should really go and say hi, but I stayed where I was. Another knock, more persistent. I started feeling a little bit guilty, but I just couldn’t make myself answer the door. I heard some talking, then another knock. I realized what I had to do.

I stood up and walked very, very quietly to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I figured I might as well take a shower and get dressed, and that way, when I had to answer later why I didn’t come to the door, I could just say, “Oh, I must not have heard you. You probably came when I was in the shower.”

Multitasking, you know.

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