Was on the phone last night with Murph, and I seem to have fallen asleep on him. I woke up this morning, phone beside me, lights still on, on the couch. It seems like a wild morning-after, and I know I certainly have the sofa-aches to prove it.
Too bad all it came from was a gender conference and too much late night phone talk.
Now is time for a bath to relax by, and then I may stroll down to the store to get some cereal - something garishly coloured and made entirely out of sugar, I think. I deserve a treat.
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Falling asleep on the phone is an adorable thing to do, says I.
Aye, me matey. Aye!
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