I went to bed at 8pm last night. Simon and I shut all the blinds, turned off all the lights and split a Slow Cow between us. I knew that Simon would be able to sleep, but to my surprise, I managed to fall asleep. Aside from a brief hour long wide-awake stint around 10:30, I managed to sleep till 2:30am. Simon had to be at the airport for 4am in order to fly out to San Francisco at 6am and I always see him off. I hate the thought of people leaving airports or arriving at airports without someone to hug them and wish them a safe flight or hand them a coffee, you know? Perhaps I'm alone in that (and it looked like I was alone in that theory at 4am, heh). It's now nearly 8am and I just finished a veggie skillet breakfast at Denny's. I would have held out for better breakfast had I not been starving. Oh well. Can I go back to sleep now? Zzzzzzz.
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