Sunday, April 18, 2010

Dear Body,

a post that I found in my drafts that I guess I forgot to post. this picture is of Adam, the darling man who got a gigantic six pack of coke for me at 2:00 in the morning. I love him.
No, I get it. You've been running on Coke and Girl Scout Cookies for a week. And then I didn't sleep more than four hours straight for two weeks. I know. You're upset with me. And I'm sorry. But what is the point in waking me up at 3:00 just because I went to bed at 11:00? And why won't you let me eat anything without being nauseated? I leave DC tomorrow night, and I'd like to spend my last day enjoying myself. One more hour at the Botanical Gardens, one more strawberry shake, one more book from the Library of Congress... That's all I want from my last day in the city.

I know you can take it.

1 comment:

  1. Yay for!! :) Memorable night, that night. All I had to do was write a measly 2 page paper on service and yet I stayed up so darn late working on it. Remember the homeless guy sleeping outside? And the crazy crack-addict who delivered the Coke? I think I'm still trying to catch up on sleep from that night.

    This post made my day!


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