like sands through the hour glass...

I always sleep soundly on Monday nights. Actually, I have no trouble sleeping any night of the week but my Monday nights are always marked by deep, uninterrupted slumber. Waking up on Tuesdays is a right bitch, let me tell you.

So, it being a typical Monday, I was, how you say, tres pooped last night. So much so that I passed out face down on my squishy pillow (not to be confused with my puffy pillow and my huggy pillow. Yes, I have three pillows and they've been named accordingly. Shut up.)

Anyways, I nodded off last night buried in a billowy mound of soft cotton and comfy fabric. Sounds awesome, right?

Um, too bad I woke up with the sheet mark to end ALL sheet marks on my face today. Seriously, there was an enormous crease on my right cheek. Hell, I'd go so far as to call it a crevice. If I was sporting the appropriate eye wear, I could have passed for Patch from Days of Our Lives.

Oh, I wish I had an eye patch! If I wore one, there totally would have been Gawker Stalker sightings of Stephen Nichols on the uptown 3 train and stuff. You know, if Stephen Nichols had brown curly hair and was a woman... Otherwise? Dead ringer.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to fantasize about Kayla and plot my revenge against Bo...

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