i got home from work today around 6:30-7ish. I ate dinner on my porch with my roommie. our conversation went something like this, while watching the sunset as we ate dinner outside:
me: what a perfect day outside. all i was wishing all day was that i could play hookie and go to the beach.
roommie: well what do you have going on tonight?
me: nothing actually. surprisingly. miraculously.
roommie: then we definitely need to go for a nice walk on the beach later tonight. it is so perfect right now.
me: sweet. sounds great. I'm gonna go lay down for a little cat nap, then we'll go.
roommie: ok, sounds perfect.
*******11:30pm*****************
me: roll over, wake up with face in puddle of drool, look at phone, realize it's 11:30pm.
me: get up, take my pills, brush my teeth, check computer, going back to bed.
I must've been more tired than I consciously realized, but apparently my body new what it wanted.
off to bed I go.
may this is what happens when you consistently don't get enough sleep and work too hard.
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