There are days when I feel like a bunch of mice running on treadmills. At the end of the day I’m exhausted, so it’s no wonder that when I do finally go to sleep I crash within minutes.
Last night I kept myself up an extra hour by reading a good portion of Jennifer Weiner’s The Guy Not Taken. I swear, when it comes to getting a decent amount of sleep, I am my own worst enemy.
BRB, the microwave is beeping!


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