It is currently 4pm, I haven't spent a single minute getting ready and we're going to the Wings game that starts at 7:30. Oh Super Bowl Sunday, you forced me to ride the struggle bus today. I actually had to work last night at the bar. I made great money, but I really wanted to have fun. I of course, once again, rooted for the team with the best colors.
My parents and my brother came up and then after the game David joined them for a beer. My brother decided he was going to stay at my house since he drank too much, so he was trying to convince David to stay and drink with us. They left and I had to stay at work to clean. When I got home I went straight for the fireball. Not too long after everyone was ready to call it a night.
I woke up around 9am with a pounding headache. I kept trying to fall back asleep but David was snoring so obnoxiously loud and when I tried to wake him up to tell him his snoring was hurting my head more he said, "Okay. Good." Then he proceeded to snore not even a minute later.
That's why I find myself still putting off doing anything productive. I don't doubt that I'll be rushing to get ready, regretting not starting that process sooner. Oh the perks of being a chick...