A sleep mask is a dangerous thing. A little scrap of black silk, two bands of thin elastic, and I am out until my body decides it has had enough. Which is never as early as I had planned.
Slept 'til 1:30 this afternoon, is what I'm getting at. I have things to do. I probably won't do any of them. I come to terms with this sort of fact every day. It's stopped phasing me.
Back to my regularly scheduled slacking.
Oh, dear. I slept in, too. Then I was awake, but I still did nothing productive.
ReplyDeleteI need to do homework, but I'm not. (I'm at work. I wasn't doing homework even when I wasn't at work, is what I'm saying.)