...do I change my clothes? The fuck? I guess the Writer's Block must have hit their own writer's block when trying to think of things to ask if the best they can come up with is the old Internet standby of "so, what are you wearing?" *eyebrow waggle*
But long story short, yes, I do change my clothes. Ties suck. It doesn't last a minute past five. Normally I'm lounging around what's quickly becoming known as "the ultimate bachelor pad" in just a pair of gym shorts, but on those rare cold days in Alabama, that may be upgraded to a pair of sweatpants and a muscle shirt or cutoff T.
(You're welcome, ladies. Now you know what to fantasize about at night.)