I hate my friends sometimes
I hate my friends so much right now. You see, they are keeping me awake. I was exhausted all day (nearly fell asleep driving) and thus went to bed at ten, and what happens? Just as I'm in that stage where I'm dreaming, but aware of what's around my, my friend texts me. It's an invitation to the movies. Fine, whatever--it's going to be tough to get back to sleep, but ten thirty is a perfectly reasonable time to communicate. I text him no and try to go back to sleep. It doesn't go very well, but after an hour, I'm almost back in that same stage--and what happens? My idiot friend who doesn't know my sleep habits anymore calls me to tell me he got a new nerf gun. It's eleven thirty at night, a time when only time-sensitive calls are appropriate, and he calls to tell me he got a new nerf gun.
A FUCKING NERF GUN! We hadn't seen each other for a year before this afternoon, and he calls me late at night when, even when I'm not asleep, I don't want calls, and any normal person would know that, to enlighten me of that. Good lord. Now I'm well and truly awake, have been for four hours that were almost spent in happy dreaming about beautiful, angsty boys, and there's nothing I can do about it. And I have to drive this afternoon. Fuck.
A FUCKING NERF GUN! We hadn't seen each other for a year before this afternoon, and he calls me late at night when, even when I'm not asleep, I don't want calls, and any normal person would know that, to enlighten me of that. Good lord. Now I'm well and truly awake, have been for four hours that were almost spent in happy dreaming about beautiful, angsty boys, and there's nothing I can do about it. And I have to drive this afternoon. Fuck.