I looked at the clock right before 6. In that short period of consciousness I had a handful of thoughts coming right at my head trying to rob me of my sleepy time.
“What apartments do you like? Why hasn’t Nashville called you yet? Will Beth get her job?”
Those thoughts invaded my head and brought me out of the deep sleep I was in. Damn thoughts… They’re like sleep poison.
Nashville Preds game = best Valentine’s date ever.
This ruined my nap.
Happy Valentine’s Day assholes.
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