Someone had to tell me it was Tuesday, because I literally had no effing idea what day it was.
I guess I woke up on the dumb side of the bed. Which does not bode well for me, since there is only one side of the bed on which I can wake up, as it's against my wall and shit.
I suppose I could try and roll off the 12 inches available at the foot on the right side, but I'm not so sure what's down there, so maybe I shouldn't just go ahead and scoot off of it first thing in the morning. What if that's the smelly side of the bed? Or the Fat Day side?
Then again, it could be the Win Mega Millions! side. OR, it's the Here's $5K, You Can Move to L.A. NOW! side. I'm totally scooting off the right hand side of the foot of my bed tomorrow!
WAIT.
What if that's the Bad Reaction to Tacos side? I mean, I suppose I could avoid tacos if that's the case. But how will I know unless I tempt the Fates? GAH! THIS IS SO HARD! THAT SIDE COULD BE ANYTHING.
I guess I'll just stick with the dumb side. Better to know what I'll be confronting. I don't mind starting everyday dumb. Iced Coffee is my antidote.
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Imagine if we could all get scooped right up out of bed like a baby...then we would never have to worry about this! I'll have to ask Vic to try that for me one day :)
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