I woke up in bed, stretched, then fell asleep again. I dreamed about potpourri, though I can't remember what exactly. Then I woke up again. And stretched. Then I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, before getting out of bed and walking down the stairs in my underwear to lie down on the couch and have a nap. Now I've woken up, and am drinking tea while checking my inbox. After I reply to a couple of e-mails, I think I'll have a shower and then go for a stroll 'round the nearby lake.
Then I'll probably have a nap.
Then I'll probably have a nap.
// what we've got here. . . is
failure to communicate \\
Mornings really shouldn't exist.
08/12/2009 08:13:50 AM
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I'm inventing one today.
08/12/2009 09:24:12 AM
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what really shouldn't exist is mornings on which your neighbors start using chainsaw at 8. *NM*
08/12/2009 05:23:08 PM
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