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My morning

I got really crappy sleep last night. I tossed and turned and had weird dreams that involved Bahamian vacations and talk of the US Virgin Islands with people I don’t know. I woke up at 6:30, blew off my gym appointment this morning (my neck is killing me) and fell back asleep. The next time I looked at the clock, it was 8:50. And my alarm was still going off from 7:30.

I also discovered that I was topless. And I didn’t start out that way - I definitely went to bed in my yoga pants and my softest long-sleeved shirt. Yet I woke up with just the pants, and my shirt crumpled on the floor. And no bf to blame it on.

To top it off, I managed to sling my peanut butter & honey waffle off my plate and onto the remote control.

Let’s blame it on the rain. (Yeah, yeah.)