I must’ve been tired. The last thing I remember was laying on the couch around 8:15pm trying to decide if I wanted to go to Downtown Fort Worth with Mike and company or not. And then I wake up to the sound of the front door opening. It’s 12:45am, my neck hurts from sleeping without a pillow, I’m still wearing my work clothes, and I’m pissed for sleeping through a Friday night. Brad said, “If you managed to sleep through a Friday night, you MUST have been tired.” I guess he’s right.
I still had my phone on “Vibrate” from being at work… so I didn’t hear it ringing in my sleep. My phone only keeps track of the last 10 missed calls, and there are 10 NEW missed calls in the list. None of these 10 people left a message. Ugh.
Now I am, pretty much, wide awake… and will be for some time. This is not a good thing, because jaclyn> and I are going to the Dallas World Aquarium tomorrow. So I have two choices: A) force myself to sleep now, toss and turn in bed for hours and eventually fall asleep waking up 1,000,000 times in the middle of the night and finally falling asleep around 6am only to get up 3 hours later to leave or B) staying up and doing something until around 6am, going to bed, sleeping well for 3 hours, and then getting up to leave. Either way I guess I only get 3 hours of sleep… so I may as well stay up, right?