I spent the past two hours on my roomie’s bed, listening to her guide me through her photo albums.
She’s a flight attendant, so it was interesting to get a glimpse of her seeing the whole world, but at some point, I thought about my world and wondered why I don’t know how to get out of situations when I need to.
So here I am, finally having extracted myself from her room, left with only 6 hours of possible sleep time ahead. By the time I actually go to bed, there will only be five and a half. Tomorrow, work is going to suck.