OK, J.L., we need to talk.
Look, I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything, but it's getting to the point where I just can't take it anymore: I don't love you, J.L. In fact, I never loved you. I never invited you into my house, certainly didn't ask you to share my bed... And yet you haven't let up for the last two indescribably awful weeks. You follow me constantly. You won't let me undress or use the bathroom without you, you follow me to work, you crawl in under the covers with me at night. I'm sick of it! I want you out by morning, you crazy stalker!!
Last night I went to bed at 11. That's a respectable bedtime; I'm not embarrassed to admit it. But did you let me sleep? Oh no, J.L. You were relentless.
- Don't go to sleep just yet, you whispered in my ear. I'm not finished with you.
- Go 'way, I mumbled, atempting to drown out your clatter with my shiny new MP3 player.
- Je-ess... You know you're not tired yet. It's only 4 pm in Chicago! Shouldn't you be cooking dinner or something? Awake awake awake awake awake!
- I'm exhausted, and it's 11 pm here, and I'd thank you to get out my head and LET ME SLEEP!
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Ach Mensch! Und bist du gejetlagt?
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2 comments:
Ooooh, jet lag! Seriously, Jess, you and and your little word games. ;) I hope you are back in sync with things soon. Love ya- Amy
Yes, I like to play word games! Sometimes I just get blank stares in return... so I'm glad you get it. :-) I am feeling more 'N Sync now (*gag*).
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