Today we had a rehearsal for the Haunted Mansion; after walking around an old, unheated three-story house and giant barn for three hours, I came back to my room, put on a pair of extremely fuzzy socks, and curled up . . .
. . . I just woke up. Finding that the sky is dark when you open your eyes is always confusing, but my toes are so toasty right now I really couldn't care less what time it is. Whenever I find myself feeling guilty for not having been productive, I just remind myself: that's what Sundays are for.
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i like how you remind yourself in italics.
And when I talk to myself, I use air quotations.
they're the best kind! :)
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