Ok. The end is now. I've been compulsively staying up late reading, for want of a less embarrassing definition, Romance, for the last while. Late night internetting. Too late. Wee hours late.
My eyes are stinging and bleary and I'm so tired today I can't think straight. I left the car in a pay zone last night, and came back this morning to find it clamped.
And at 8.15 precisely I remembered I should have been at the counsellor at 7.15 precisely.
Fuck. I'm going to be in bed by ten tonight. Promise!
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That's what I say every night. Said it yesterday and made it to bed at the slightly earlier time of 3.15am.
It's not fair that mommy time flies by so fast.
Oh sweetie. Well. I love to sleep so much that staying up too late is not a problem for me but I can understand how this would happen.
You and me both Jo dear. We really should stop encouraging each other. Okay. I won't send you any more links if you don't send me any.
(See how long we last...)
Kinda culty.
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