Fake Drunk

Last night I slept on the couch, for no good reason except that I wasn't falling asleep in my bed like I usually do. It was good - it kind of reminded me of coming home real drunk. So, sometime just before 3am, I gave up trying to sleep like normal people and headed for the couch/tv. But not before grabbing water and chips from the kitchen. And here's what I've learned about crashing on the couch on turn back the clock day - it is very bright in your nearly shadeless living room at 8am¹. A good recipe for a super inactive Sunday, if you're ever in need of one of those... well... once a year I guess.


¹Or 7am, depending on how you look at it.