The older I get, the more I realize I need sleep and the more I refuse to give in.
If I get home late from work, I need to wind down and, depending on the day, that can sometimes mean foregoing Zzzs so I can feel like my whole existence is devoted to the daily grind.
Today was one of those days. Now I'm in my PJs, everything in place for a quick wake-up and I'm flopped on the couch watching American Pickers. It's a good episode but nothing I need to watch by any means. I just can't give in!
If I go to bed it shows weakness I tells ya!
Sigh.
Ok. There's just so much old sign bartering a girl can take for one night.
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