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I stayed up way too late last night. I got up this morning to feed the critters and do a couple things, fully intending to go back to bed and add on to the four hours of sleep I've gotten so far. My newly acquired cold made it hard to get comfortable, but I finally started to doze off when the phone rang. It was James, telling me that he'd heard from the mechanic and the Explorer repairs will cost a lot of money. I went back to bed, drifted off for about 20 minutes and awoke to the sound of my cat trying to catch a fly that had situated itself on my blinds.
It is winter. Why is there a fly in my house?
I've now given up the whole 'sleep in bed' idea, and intend to go turn on a movie and write fic in the living room. AKA: I'm going to go fall asleep in a chair and wake up with a sore neck.
Right after I have breakfast. I wish I had bread to go with my Nutella. Perhaps a trip to the grocery should be added to the list of things to do today. At the moment, though, I think I'm stuck with oatmeal.
It is winter. Why is there a fly in my house?
I've now given up the whole 'sleep in bed' idea, and intend to go turn on a movie and write fic in the living room. AKA: I'm going to go fall asleep in a chair and wake up with a sore neck.
Right after I have breakfast. I wish I had bread to go with my Nutella. Perhaps a trip to the grocery should be added to the list of things to do today. At the moment, though, I think I'm stuck with oatmeal.
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