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My Life Thus Far
Burning the Midnight Oil
Here I am, awake, its 1am, everyone is asleep and I'm
awake. I just finished ironing my slacks and Snookums
shirt and pants for the hearing. I spent 20 minutes waxing
my eyebrows and making sure my skin was exfoliated and I
look clean, well-groomed, young and healthy. Why am I so
obsessed with how I'm going to look tomorrow? I don't
usually give a crap how I look, but it's so important to
me that I look like I'm doing well, even if I'm not.
Appearances are important in some instances. I even filed
and painted my nails and cleaned my jewelry. I'm all set.
Now if I could just get some sleep. Sleep deprivation
doesn't look so healthy, now does it? I'm going to be
running around like a chicken with my head cut off in the
morning, because I'm going to be exhausted, I'm going to
sleep too long, and I won't leave myself enough time to
get ready. It is an hour and a half drive and a 30 minute
ferry ride to get to Coupeville. I'm notorious for not
leaving enough travel time. So, let me get my butt to bed
before I kick my own ass in the morning. If I get to sleep
in the next 15 minutes, I can still get 5 hours before
Kiki wakes up.
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