Waking up on someone's floor at 4 AM
Around 4:00 AM, I woke up on the floor of Lynette's room, curled up in two small blankets with my head about two feet away from a Trader Joe's paper bag. The evening started out pretty tame -- eating taquitos and lumpia -- but someone suggested a game of Quarters and Atticus mixed up margaritas. Well, shit. Our little get together ended early and I was the one left taking care of Lynette. How I managed to take care of another person while being mildly drunk myself is beyond me.
I need to journal more. Things are accumulating in my head and my personal desktop doesn't like it when things are scattered all over the place.
My new swimsuit came in. Wearing it makes me feel like a shark.
I need to journal more. Things are accumulating in my head and my personal desktop doesn't like it when things are scattered all over the place.
My new swimsuit came in. Wearing it makes me feel like a shark.