2 weeks of staying up as late as I want and sleeping in as long as my body allows.
fuck yes.
No more stumbling around the house in a haze of tiredness, bumping in to walls and knocking over photo frames and little ornaments and whatever else happens to get in my way.
No more trying to brush my teeth with a hairbrush, or mistaking my glass of water for cereal, or trying to pat maggie and instead make contact with a maggie shaped pillow, or nothing at all.
Bring it on, bitch.
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