Yes, it's finals time; no, I'm not in college anymore, but I'm going to be up aaaaallll night tonight. Why? Cause I stupidly fell asleep at 6pm and woke up at midnight!!
It wasn't supposed to happen this way! Please, sleep, come back! I don't want to be an insomniac!
It was that late lunch with an hour of conversation that happened during the optimal Sunday nap timeslot. Afterwards I meant to sleep for just 45 minutes before heading to a Christmas party, but NO! SIX HOURS LATER I'm scared. I don't like being up at 4am when no one else is. Doesn't anyone love me enough to have called in the middle and woken me up? Sunday evening is optimal time for phone calls. J was supposed to call me back today - nope. Mom? Dad? Brother? Nope..... They left me off in dreamland, to suffer this wide-eyed night alone.
Netflix will have to keep me company - I got 3 fresh ones.