I slept for twelve hours on a work night.

I needed the sleep or at least my body told me that when I was falling asleep at my desk last night. I think it was a mixture of allergies and a few unintentional late nights.

So when I woke up this morning all I can think of is how I wasted my evening last night by going to bed at 7:15pm. I didn't eat supper, I didn't read, I didn't write, and I didn't get some much needed cleaning done. I did start laundry but forgot to put half the load in the dryer (but that is why I have in suite laundry).

So tonight will I play catch up on all the things I missed or will my body tell me to call it quits early again?

I hate getting new pillows. I really do.

The other day I noticed my pillows smelled a little and had blood stains from the phantom nose bleed a few weeks ago. It wasn't my pillow cases or sheets because I was those weekly (yes ladies a guy who likes clean sheets).

So I put on my big boy pants and called my mom. We went to the department store so I could buy new pillows at a reasonable price.

Four pillows for $20! How could I go wrong?

Well they are big and fluffy which is the complete opposite of what I've been sleeping on for the last 6 months to year. My pillows are beaten to the right firmness and thickness (that's what she said) thinner than a phonebook and just as firm as a phonebook.

The problem is now I can't sleep on these big soft pillows. They are like sleeping on a cloud and I like sleeping on a park bench. So I grabbed my old pillows (not in the trash yet) and put all but one back on my bed. I kept one of the big soft pillows on there as well. When I get used to that one I'll swap out another old one and so on until they are all new pillows.

Hopefully I won't have this problem for another 6 months to a year.

Today I woke up this morning at 6am stumbled to the bathroom and performed the morning ritual. This little song and dance includes me taking a piss, washing my hands, then washing my face, and brushing my teeth. I then wander back across the hall to my room to get dressed.

I sit down on my bed and put on my socks. I get one on that I remember possibly halfway through the next one and then I'm down for the count till 7:30am. When I wake up I realize I'm still not dressed . I'm just in my boxers with one sock on and the other half on, but I smell coffee. This is unusual because generally I don't make coffee when I wake up I usually get it at the bakery on my way to work.

So here I am with a pot of coffee, a half hour till I have to be at work, not dressed, and no cream. Did I make the coffee? I don't remember.

I pound back a cup of mystery coffee, step in a puddle of water, change my socks, get dressed, and head for work.

I love Saturdays.