Urgh, I put all of my work pants in the dryer last night and didn't check it again until right when I was ready to leave this morning, and it turns out everything was still wet in the dryer, and I have literally no dry pants to wear to work. Waiting on the dryer to do a single pair of pants for me now.
Had a weird ass dream last night where I was watching some late night variety show on TV (except it looked more like I was really there) and they bring out Scatman Crothers who is 80-something in this dream, but he's had so much plastic surgery done that he looks about 30 (though he's still old and decrepit so they bring him out on a rolling bed for his performance). For some reason he sang a jazzy version of "Wonderwall" for the show. It was wrong in quite a few ways.