Last night before I went to bed, I felt like I was getting a chill. I threw on a hoodie, socks, and pajama pants and jumped under all the covers and buried myself. All I could think of was great, getting sick again. At 2am, I woke up and I was freaking melting. I tried to get out from under the covers. Key word: try. I was wrapped in those covers and had no way out. So, in a logical manner, I completely panicked and started flailing around like I had a snake in the blankets. My feet were tied in the sheets and I started flopping around like a fish out of water. Only this fish was swearing like he had Tourettes and kicking out at everything. Each mother fing was followed by kicks to the bed and unfortunately, scared the hell out of my dog. When I finally extracted myself from the smothering depths of blankets, I realized that it was 2am. Lesson is....I have no idea. I hate being stuck under covers. Or trapped.
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 00:45:22 +0000
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