blahhhhh...
Dec. 20th, 2005 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
themeletorat the house, yes. totally exhausted, yes. rather content, also yes.
painkillers, then bed. cookies and catchup (I've replied to a few posts, but nowhere near a decent amount) tomorrow.
no, I will not watch Frasier. I will go to bed. I NEED the SLEEP.
leave love,
-Mel
painkillers, then bed. cookies and catchup (I've replied to a few posts, but nowhere near a decent amount) tomorrow.
no, I will not watch Frasier. I will go to bed. I NEED the SLEEP.
leave love,
-Mel
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Date: 2005-12-20 08:20 pm (UTC)(and you have the cutest morning voice my dear)
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Date: 2005-12-21 11:51 am (UTC)(I was explaining to my mom the whole waking-up saga, in the car on the way back from the bus station, and she was like "wait who the hell gets to tell you 'good morning sunshine'?!" because when she woke me up last night after I'd already crashed because she wanted to say goodnight, I screamed in her face and almost had a heart attack.)