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Friday night was Date Night. I fixed the fingernail sitution with some convincingly french-manicured fakes and put on my glad rags to go dancing. It was good! I didn't get a lot of sleep and didn't actually part company with said date until 5pm on Saturday, when I drove home to get ready to go out AGAIN with my housemates and friends.
8pm in the Malt Cross led to to 7am houseparty at Christina's and a 72-hour no-sleep stint. I came home to my curtainless bedroom and slept like the dead until eleven, when I could sleep no more and got up to sit on the couch with Zoe, eating popcorn and praying for death.
Every muscle in my entire body, including those in my face, hurts. Badly.
Now my sleep schedule is all out of whack. I feel like I've flown longhaul inside a gas canister.
8pm in the Malt Cross led to to 7am houseparty at Christina's and a 72-hour no-sleep stint. I came home to my curtainless bedroom and slept like the dead until eleven, when I could sleep no more and got up to sit on the couch with Zoe, eating popcorn and praying for death.
Every muscle in my entire body, including those in my face, hurts. Badly.
Now my sleep schedule is all out of whack. I feel like I've flown longhaul inside a gas canister.
posted by Lucy at 5:57 pm
3 Comments:
A dirty stopout with a curtainless bedroom is there no aspect of your life shrouded in the most basic privacy?!?
Honestly, tell us more...
Dude, don't go opening Pandora's Box, you'll doom us all.
There is more (he cooked me dinner last night!) but it all becomes very sordid. There are some things no one needs to know!
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