On the Subject of Strange Couches...
I woke up on a strange couch (although technically, it was a futon) this morning. I spent the next minute or two trying to remember where I was. Then I heard the sound of Kenny yelling, "Jason, get up! It's almost eight," as he heads out the door to go to work.
Then there was the disorientation of remembering I had to go outside to smoke a cigarette. Then the mumbled half asleep conversation with his wife, who had also just woken up. Although the suggestion that I should have brought my bathrobe with me because it was cold outside was amusing. Hers was apparently keeping her warm.
Then I realized I didn't even have time to go home and change before I went to work. So now, I'm sitting at work thinking that I'm going to be disoriented all day because I woke up on a strange couch this morning.
Then there was the disorientation of remembering I had to go outside to smoke a cigarette. Then the mumbled half asleep conversation with his wife, who had also just woken up. Although the suggestion that I should have brought my bathrobe with me because it was cold outside was amusing. Hers was apparently keeping her warm.
Then I realized I didn't even have time to go home and change before I went to work. So now, I'm sitting at work thinking that I'm going to be disoriented all day because I woke up on a strange couch this morning.