I was awakened by the slamming of a drawer, a usual, pre-9 P.M. sound that especially bothered me tonight because I fell asleep before 7. In my jeans. Which the thought of is quite bothersome. I wore my jeans to work, my jeans may have grazed the ground when I used the toilet, my jeans got garlic mashed potatoes on them, my jeans are going to stretch in the knees from the pressure I put on them folded while asleep.
Tomorrow, I will be working two jobs simultaneously because I really love it when my life hands me situations based off of sitcom plots in the 1990s.
