...I woke up. That had to be like 12 hours of sleep only interrupted by my cell phone at 11 a.m. reminding me that there are two birthdays I need to remember tomorrow (Hicksican Jew & Lady Godiva) and finally the country music accompanying my roommate as she paints. Yeah that was delicious.
Like my body feels hurt from sleeping so much.
Oh but its the good kind of hurt. And the best R & B songs of the 90's are great friends too.
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