The Spot

What a wonderful day it's been.
I got up at the crack of dawn (that part wasn't wonderful) wrote a decent exam, chatted it up at Tim's and totally relaxed when I got home. I'm level 41 in Final Fantasy Tactics. Horray!
Anyways, my aunt called while I was writing my exam to invite me to a gospel choir performance, which was very groovy. Side benefit: I was forced to get off my ass and clean the place: the kitchen, bathroom and livingroom now look totally decent.
My bedroom is a disaster, but anyone who sees it shouldn't care.
The point is, this very normal day has had a wonderful effect on me. I'm actually tired. By normal I mean: got up before 10, worked in the morning, now have a clean place, family interacting in the evening. I'm tired. I mean, I'm never tired. Not to alarm anyone, but I've taken to drinking a couple just to get sleepy. I think it's mostly psychological, but this day totally cured it. I haven't a care in the world: goodbye insomnia.
Helloooo dreams of Dave in short shorts. Or long jeans. Which, believe it or not, is all he wears in the summer.
Nakedness related it is,
~Sarah
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