I fell asleep at 8pm and woke up at 10.30 with a headache.
I discovered that my hair is looking really beautiful after my nap and spent twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to capture the spectacular hideousness of it only to discover that when photographed it looks as though I may have put my hair into a beehive and ventured out into a stiff breeze. Not that impressive.
Also, photography? Not my thing it seems.
As I was leaving the bathroom I noted a large black mark on my wrist. Given my recent large bruise I had a momentary panic that I may have developed some sort of clotting disorder. I touched it. It was something sticky covered in filth. Yes, I am lovely.
Beefcake is in a friggin’ meeting with someone who he doesn’t like at work. I can hear in his voice that it is not going that well and may take some time. I won’t be able to get back to sleep until he comes to bed.
I should probably set some sort of lock on my blog preventing me from posting past a certain hour at night. Yes.