My bed is like quicksand lately.
Comfy Quicksand.
I don’t know what the hell is going on, but this life long insomniac has been sleeping like a champ lately. 9 hours one night, 10 hours the next…a record breaking 12 hours straight after my little visit to Margaritaville on Oscar night! It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven, except I get to wake up and drink Graham Cracker coffee and eat english muffins.
The sleeps are so powerful it takes me at least two minutes to remember my middle name, and an additional two to recall the crazy dream I had the night before. One night there was a road trip to my old college and I got to see all of my old friends, (except we’re not old, ok! College was like two weeks ago!) Another night, I was expected to dance like a Fly Girl at some show even though I didn’t know the choreography. And last night, every single one of my work friends made me a cake. A chocolate cake. Hundreds of cakes piled high in my cubicle and I wasn’t expected to share.
Heaven without the dying.
So if you guys are cool with it, I’m going to go ahead and stay in my bed…forever. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. My glasses are on the window sill right next to me as are two books for my entertainment. Thank God I have a coffee press so that will fit on the sill, too. If you could stop by and check in on me, I’d appreciate it. Just pop a mini-pie in the oven for me on your way in, and bring the comfiest DVDs you can find..like “The Adventures of Pete and Pete”! Yes, please. Nothing brings me more joy than the best television open of all time.
You can climb in and hang out for a while.
As long as you bring a chocolate cake.









