me. zombie. ugh. sleeeeeeeeeep.
what i thought would just be a couple of quiet drinks with a friend last night turned into some high quality, all night revelry. and don't get me wrong, i love revelry, i revel in revelry, but reveling til 6am on a week night doesn't feel like such a good idea anymore. it turns out i don't fucntion at optimal levels on only an hour's sleep. go figure. but that said, it was all worth it. clearly i needed to unwind and let off some steam. A bit of irresponsible merrymaking was just the thing! definitely expelled any lingering grumpiness.
despite my exhaustion, i managed to exchange a few pleasantries with my bus driver. some comments on being tired and he asked if i wanted a shot of whiskey, the thought of which was enough to turn my stomach. what can i say - even when i'm rough and haggard my charms are irresistable :p
2 comments:
6 am! What are you like?It wouldn\'t work with the bus driver. Think about it, every day he\'d have to be up even earlier than you. I\'m thoughtlessly logical at times. You\'ll thank me in the end. And I bet he has a girl on every route. Mark my words, calls them no 7, no 16a and CBD.
uhhh, ya,zombie...
I woke up last week on my kitchen floor thinking \'yes this is quite comfortable\'
geez... what a way to celebrate #47, driving & riding the porcelein bus...
*sigh* when willI ever learn....
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