let me explain briefly: i have not seen the strangers however there is an interesting story that follows, involving someone apparently named dewey. so i've been waking up at around 2 pm, lately at which time during the day i see no point in getting dressed or making my bed, as, after a short while, i would need to undo both of these things anyway. as this is the case, i haven't gotten out of my pajamas for two days straight. this suits me just fine, and, as my mom doesn't seem to care (actually, it seems that she envies my unyielding commitment to slobbery), i hadn't expected anything bad to come of it. and yet, as life goes, i was sadly mistaken. sitting here at the computer, looking like a mess and enjoying every minute of it, and suddenly, two youngish men walk up the sidewalk and ring the doorbell. i let my father answer, and, thinking they were door-to-door fundraisers for little league or something, i thought nothing of it. until, of course, my father actually lets them in, saying to my mom, who is in the kitchen, "look who it is, it's dewey!" this, followed by a warm welcome by both of my parents, spelled trouble for me... i darted to the bathroom to get my bathrobe, hoping no one would see me, but. dewey's son did, in fact, see me, and i was mortified, and i got my bathrobe and went back to the computer and-oh lord! they're talking about me! me, wearing pajamas with large-ish holes in them! me, cowering in front of the computer! me, hoping my bathrobe will protect me from embarassment! perhaps i'm being a bit melodramatic. oh-- thank god, they're leaving now. leaving--very slowly. and my parents aren't helping them out very quickly. i feel kind of bad... i'm being very rude, i'm not even talking to them. oh well they're gone now and the next time i see them, i'm at least fairly certain i'll be wearing something other than my pajamas. hopefully lesson #1 of today get dressed. -|odd| | 
