Where’s our little assertive girl tonight?
Stood up, that’s where. Shoulda known karma would smack me down if I posted an entry like that.
That just means a good night’s sleep. The down comforter’s calling…
*morning after edit*
Eh, no worries. I really didn’t care about this nutso anyway. I haven’t devoted any time writing about him because he’s some random I met in one of the many thousands of airports I’ve stepped foot into recently.
So I slept. Like a rock, a baby, a lamb (yeah, like a lamb) and dreamt about the perfect haircut while the rain soaked Los Angeles. I was nice and warm and dry. Yum.
It was just the right thing to do.
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