After two scotch and sodas with work people and the longest commute back uptown in my life, I had a bowl of Chef Boyardee, took a hot shower, and passed out stark naked in bed at 8pm. I woke up at 11. I can do this. I can pick myself up and go meet everyone. I can slick on some eyeliner. I can make it happen. But my bed is warm and I’m a tired, groggy, thirsty hot mess. And, yeah, I forgot how much I love sleeping in the nude.
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