In fact, my long term college girlfriend told me as much just after I'd broken up with her. I was inclined to disagree, but evidence continues to mount indicating the contrary.
For example, I have only slept in my bed once since getting back to Houston following my NC trip. After I arrived on Sunday evening, I headed straight to Le Toms for the tail end of their football watching / chili eating / ping pong party.
Why don't you just stay here, JB?Bang. Crash. Snooze. And, then it was Monday morning.
I do have my PJs in the trunk.
A phonecall with DFT early on Monday evening went something like this:
Hey, JB. What are you doing?45 minutes later I was back at Le Toms with my PJs pre-installed in the slumber party configuration. 240 minutes later I was asleep on the floor.
Cooking veggie stew. What's up?
JayLay is cooking thai tonight. You should come over. Bring your stew.
OK. See you in 30 or so.
I also slept at their place on Tuesday night, but it wasn't my fault. I stopped by to pick up the leftovers and my pot (the cooking vessel kind). We got to chatting. The clock got to ticking. And, then I woke up on the floor at 4:45 AM.
Wednesday night I actually managed to sleep at my own house, but it was a lot of work. My bed was covered with clean clothes so I had to deal with them before I could sack out.
My bed is the most comfortable bed on the planet, but I couldn't get situated. Reading didn't help. Watching two episodes of Heroes got me kinda snoozy, but I couldn't nod off.
"My bed feels weird," read my SMS to JayLay. "Our house feels weird," read her reply.
So, I slept over there on Thursday night, too.
2 comments:
JB in FW, house feels weird.
jb not in a house not in austin feels STUPID.
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