It is late. I am waiting for my laundry to dry so I can put my sheets back on my bed so I can sleep. In the style of the last post: (and out of the lameness of having no time or mental presence to write anything else, even my speech for Friday...)
Loud music across the hall.
Turn it down now.
Keyboard loud tonight.
AJ to the left. Jon straight ahead.
Messy room.
Not mine.
Sheetless bed.
Tired.
Hungry.
Why?
Plenty of snack stuff.
Not right now.
Going to brush teeth.
Check laundry.
Random: Lancers Out!
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I hate having a stripped bed when I want to sleep, because it means I have to make it.
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