weekending

Such pressure. SUCH PRESSURE. Now that I don't have homework to do every weekend (and I will never stop being fucking exhilarated about that) there are about 1,273 things I should do within the work-free 48 hours. Priority one for this girl – sleeping. Sleeping hard. I thought I would grow out of the need for 11 hours a night when I bid adieu to my twenties, but no such luck. Still have to set an alarm for 11 am. That seems crazed. Being married to a guy who eats breakfast at noon doesn't help either.
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