i'm not sleeping

truth and consequences

I am about 5 mins away from taking my sweater off and just wearing my coat as a shirt. It feels like I have a cat wrapped around me. But I’m fearful of two things. 1, the snaps on my coat somehow popping open or getting snagged on something and pulled open. And 2, John, picking me up and deciding we’re going straight from the train to somewhere else, meaning, I either continue wearing my coat or I have to put the cat back on. Balls. Why do bad things only happen to me? Also, when you have an itchy sweater on, it only gets itchier, the more you drink. Or so I’ve heard…from my margarita glass. 

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