The Big Sleep
I was all kinds of tired last night. I was watching "The Three Musketeers" with Agnes and the rest of Ring of Steel, and I was really cold, so much that my teeth started chattering (which is frequently a sign of exhaustion in me). So I got my fleece blanket, wrapped myself in it, and proceeded to fall asleep in the TV room. I woke up, of course, when the movie ended and everyone left, but quickly fell asleep again. When I woke up for real, it was a little after four. I staggered back to my room, talked to Jade for a minute, and then fell asleep at my desk. When I woke up from that, it was almost seven. I crawled into bed, setting my cell phone alarm for ten. At ten, I hit snooze, mumbling something about it being Saturday. I turned the alarm off ten minutes later, started to get out of bed, and then fell asleep again. I woke up at twelve fifteen. I console myself with the fact that I clearly needed the sleep, didn't miss anything, and feel pretty rested.
D&D is later. Is it sad that I've been eagerly anticipating it for days?
D&D is later. Is it sad that I've been eagerly anticipating it for days?