With no embarrassment in recounting my evening, the worst mood ever (combined with the headache from Hell) convinced me that a "short nap" would fix all problems... Famous last words. I would never survive in a horror movie.
When I awoke at 4:34am still wearing my jeans, sweater, and boots, I realized that my plan went horribly awry. I had a long dream regarding a ridiculous road trip. I believe I was in a Camry, possibly from 1994. I believe my assistant swim coach was driving. I cannot explain any of these things.
I did sleep over 12 hours for the first time since preschool, so it's possible that I lost the battle, but still won the war. I don't think that saying is applicable here.
Currently eating: ice cubes
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