This morning.

You want to know what it's like to be Jonathan Charles Wright?

It's like this:

You wake up and look for a pair of jeans to put on, but they are all dirty. You consider doing a load of laundry, but then just settle for some dirty jeans. In the middle of working from your apartment, while listening to your favorite band, on a gloomy North Idahoan summer day, a pair of brand spanking new jeans are literally delivered to your front door. You proceed with what you were doing, stopping only to blog about what it's like to be yourself by relating the aforementioned events.