Fond of Sleep

I guess it's pretty easy for you to see by the name of this post that I'm both A) Very tired, and maybe not so obvious B) Very delirious. Tonight I went to a Father Daughter dance without my dad, which is odd in the first place, but I also got all dressed up as a fortune teller for it (which was heaps of fun). I feel so mystic now. But even mystics get sleepy, right? Who wants chocolate milk? I do! It's so deliciously refreshing. Mmm I need to stop thinking about it because I don't think I have to chocolate syrup, or energy, to make it. Also I'm bummed because I'm starting to feel sick. I have a hunch it's due to the high stress and low sleep levels of this week. So, to channel my psychic skills, let's ask the Magic 8 Ball: "Should Lauren go to bed right this instant and sleep in until whenever she wants?" . . . "It is certain." There you have it folks, I'm off. I can't tell you how lovely my nine particular pillows look over there on my bed. And no, you cannot come with me, the bed is MINE! Okay, enough hostility; Peace, Punch, Cap'n Crunch nuggets!

Catchin' some Zzz's (This is a secret clue to tomorrow's blog if I remember even writing any of this), Lauren.