There has to be something cosmically wrong when the tone of my daydreaming fantasies shifts from "rrrrrr, give me some of that" to "mmmm, a nap..."
I look at my bed longingly, the magic chair with a fondness usually reserved for loved ones, and am prone to Goldilocks moments where I imagine falling asleep at various friends' houses: "This couch is too big. This couch is too soft. This couch is juuuuust riiiiight."
*yawn*
Lusting for sleep.
Finally, a good excuse for the drool mark on my shirt.
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I hear ya! I feel the same way everyday.
Just make sure you turn off the cellphone.
Glad I found you. I realized recently I hadn't been getting any email updates from your aol site. Since I switched from aol a while ago I didn't know they had shut down... I always love your sense of humor.
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very awesome blog some how i found you looking for things on our sons birth defect esophageal atresia. I wish you nothing but the best.
Yay! I found you!
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