So I'm home, and I'm about to turn in. As a final footnote to the evening, I asked the other guy to wake me at 7. He had been sleeping for a little over 4 hours. I just wanted to hours to be okay for the drive home.
So I wake up to a clatter in the bunkroom, and I look at my watch. It's 9:10AM. It's no big deal, as I didn't have anywhere to go except for here. But I had these horrible visions of people being led into the bunkroom on a tour, to find me. Drooling on a pillow, scratching myself and farting.
Thank God we avoided that sticky wicket.
I'm off to dream about Heidi Klum.
1 comment:
first things first: gross.
on another note, heidi's really nice in real life... i met her when she was an unknown german model, trying to make it big, replacing christy turlington as the spokesmodel for FreshLook Color Contact lenses. My genius boss chose ines sastre. Dumbass.
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