I could sleep. I could sleep in today. I showered last night after my run, so I didn't need to get up as early as usual. But I did not decide to sleep in until after my alarm went off. So I spent the rest of the time in bed half-dreaming, half-wondering if I had any clean pants because I knew I'd have no time to spare. It was not restful. What's the point?
But at least I did have clean pants.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Is there a ghost in my house?
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