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Never, ever
Jan. 24th, 2011 08:12 am...go out on a Sunday evening with your landlord. Or, if you have to, don't drink.
We had a wonderful evening, and I have vague memories of getting home, and obviously I set the alarm o_O (how did I do that?). I also took off my jeans and stockings and fell asleep on the couch wearing my underwear, a turtleneck jumper, earrings and a necklace. Was woken by alarm at the usual time, i.e. 5.30, and let me tell you, starting a Monday of all days this way isn't a good thing. Rehydration and shower helped marginally, but I do wish I could go back to sleep.
Cunning plan: I'll go to see Lola somewhere around 10 a.m. and will have a nap on the couch there. 'coz I need that nap, I really do.
Speaking of Lola: praise the lord, she discovered that one can play with balls, too -- as opposed to playing with things dangling from a rod. Unfortunately balls have the annoying habit of rolling under furniture, which means that one has to sit in front of the piece of furniture and whine until Deputy Mother Goodess pries out the ball.
And now I'll have to stay awake until my very illegal nap. (Then again, at least I didn't call in sick, which is irrefutable proof of the high standard of my work ethics)
We had a wonderful evening, and I have vague memories of getting home, and obviously I set the alarm o_O (how did I do that?). I also took off my jeans and stockings and fell asleep on the couch wearing my underwear, a turtleneck jumper, earrings and a necklace. Was woken by alarm at the usual time, i.e. 5.30, and let me tell you, starting a Monday of all days this way isn't a good thing. Rehydration and shower helped marginally, but I do wish I could go back to sleep.
Cunning plan: I'll go to see Lola somewhere around 10 a.m. and will have a nap on the couch there. 'coz I need that nap, I really do.
Speaking of Lola: praise the lord, she discovered that one can play with balls, too -- as opposed to playing with things dangling from a rod. Unfortunately balls have the annoying habit of rolling under furniture, which means that one has to sit in front of the piece of furniture and whine until Deputy Mother Goodess pries out the ball.
And now I'll have to stay awake until my very illegal nap. (Then again, at least I didn't call in sick, which is irrefutable proof of the high standard of my work ethics)
