I was dressed when I crawled pathetically into bed last night.
I was not when I woke up. And we’re not talking “just in panties” naked, we’re talking bare-ass starkers. Not only that but the clothing wasn’t in the bed or by the bed. I figured I got really hot and decided, half asleep, to strip down– but the clothing was nowhere to be seen. As I quite like the thermal I was wearing (it matches the pink/purple streaks in my hair) and the squishy comfy pj bottoms, not to mention cute the little PINK! panties I was wearing, I grew quite distressed over not knowing where my fucking clothes were.
Also. It’s eight-fucking-thirty in the morning. And I didn’t get off to bed until after 3.
Plus, I just checked the good old bank balance… I work my ass off last weekend and I don’t get paid. Typical niteflirt shenanigans.
I am about to pop some Ambien and fall asleep. I don’t like the Ambien, but it beats staying awake till five in the morning and getting 2 hours of sleep, or running the risk of od’ing on benadryl (which sounds theoretically impossible… but there’s been a time or two, let me tell you). So, we’ll just take the Ambien for now.
Sooooooooooo…. Autoshuffle. This post is brought to you by a very old post on my very old blog. I am reading Nicky Hornby’s “High Fidelity” right now, and am feeling all musically inclined. Let me tell you, I loved John Cusack in the movie, but love the character of Rob so much more. The film is set in America, but the book is set in North London, and it’s like a literary reminder of my stomping grounds. It’s awesome– the record shop is supposed to be in Holloway, up the Seven Sister’s Road, and I used to live close enough to take a LONG walk to there… used to go to the Holloway Odeon all the time– as a matter of fact, that’s how I spent my 20th birthday, watching 6th Sense @ the Holloway Odeon… *sigh* The book is just awesome, and I love Hornby’s voice as Rob in it.
