It’s past 3am Pacific time and I’m up watching sydicated reruns of “Cold Case”.
I went to bed a little after 11pm, drifted off to sleep snuggled up to the Bri-guy. Woke up at 2:15, alone in bed. Went to the restroom, tried to go back to sleep, couldn’t. Went downstairs and met Brian on the way back up to bed. Turns out he never did fall asleep. So he kissed me good-night, again, and down I came to the couch. I’ve been up ever since with no sign of sleeping.
I HATE WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
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