I had been looking forward to sleeping in on Sunday all week. Imagine my surprise this morning when, after stretching with a refreshing (glorious) laziness- I looked at the clock and discovered it was 8:30am.
I made the bed and strolled into the living room expecting to see a warzone- wine glasses and snack plates aggressively defending their territory from beer bottles and ashtrays. But there was no mad disarray. Apparently I took care of this last night- even going so far as to have grounds already measured out in the press.
Instead of books of bar matches with 'theLiMNS wed@Cabooze' or 'moarVODKA!' written crazily on them, littering the floor- I have apps reminding me to 'pick Marie up, wed@airport' and 'buy more cilantro and garlic.' Good god, my taxes are even already done.
What's happened to me!?
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