I was able to go to the lake for a couple days with some work friends and my best friend Heather. It was a blast, but now I feel as if my couch has floated out to sea after spending so much time on the water. I can’t even walk around without getting dizzy or stumbling. Hope that goes away soon. Oh and this is Louie, the sweetest, most loving and silly dog I’ve ever spent time with.
This day
Super sunburned and worn out from going to the Air Show with the lovely Sydney. It was totally worth the sunburn. I just wanna nap and watch movies, but I should definitely get a handle on this apartment. I’m continuously overwhelmed with how much crap is everywhere in here. I feel like I’m going to end up throwing a lot of shit away.
Actress Debbie Reynolds (b. 1932), date unknown.
(Source: historiful, via missavagardner)
Naked Sleep-walking
How is it that I went to bed with a shirt on, wake up naked, look for the shirt, and can’t find it anywhere? I’ve looked in my bed covers, under my pillows, under my bed, in my drawers, my closet, the rest of my apartment, and it is NO WHERE. I hope to God that I didn’t sleep-walk somewhere completely naked. I’ll never know! Until I find the shirt at least.
UPDATE: Almost immediately after writing this, I went in my bathroom (a place I forgot to check) and found my t-shirt and underwear in the trash can. So I’m safe in regards to naked sleepwalking outside of my apartment, I guess I just didn’t want those anymore!
