I didn’t sleep last night. Not one minute of sleep. But not in a bad way. It was awesome.
Of course today is starting to drag and it’s only 9:30. Seven more hours until I can sleep. It’s time to suck it, put on the Santa hat, and more right along.
“Not one minute of sleep. But not in a bad way. It was awesome”
Dude, fuck that. I don’t care if I was getting double-teamed by Evangeline Lilly and Hayden Panettiere (she’s legal–I checked IMDB), I would still need to shove ’em off and get a couple hours of sleep. No sleep = Cranky PH.
Done that a couple of weeks ago. I wouldn’t recommend doing it again though. It makes your next work day very, very, very hard.
Yeah, there will be no wakeful moments this evening. I’m crashing out as soon as I get home. Maybe. Depending on circumstances. But almost definitely. I’m pretty sure. Fuck it. I’m a rock star. (A sleepy rock star…)
Lol. Even rock stars need sleep. Sometimes. I got 10 hours of sleep both last night and the night before and I still haven’t made up for my two weekend nights.
“It’s time to suck it, put on the Santa hat…”
Kinky.