I don't know what day it is. The last thing I remember eating is a stale bagel at 6:15 a.m. I think I have yesterday's shirt on. I definitely have yesterday's shorts on. What's this in my hair?
Ah yes. Sweet potato and a booger.
I'm going to take a shower. With a beer. Maybe I'll lie down and chug it and catch a quick nap.
Oh wait. It's bed time. Glorious bed time.
What the hell am I doing online? It's bed time! The time I have waited for all day. And what are you doing online? Go to bed! Right now! I mean it!
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5 comments:
lol yes I am taking your advice off to bed I go!
I think you need either more beer or more sleep or both
I didn't see this till this morning--wish I'd read it last night and done as you said.
Is someone a little over stimulated and needs a nap?
I have toothpaste in my hair.
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