just barely made it through the day. forced myself to stay awake just long enough to do emergency laundry so i didn't have to come to work wearing either a velvet chemise or nothing at all. was in bed and dead to the world before nine o'clock. when the alarm went off this morning i had a moment of confusion. i was truly confused as to why the alarm was bleeping on a saturday. can you imagine my disappointment when i realized i had to come to work instead of throwing the bleeping box out the window, rolling over and going back to sleep?
p.s. are you a strapping lad who has a chivalrous streak? i'm in need of assistance hauling a desktop up a flight and a half of Very Steep Stairs. i'll give you beer or a hearty pat on the back for your effort. please apply within. thank you.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who was firmly convinced it was Saturday upon waking.
I thought it was Sunday. Sigh.