Ouch.
Will the bus please hurry up and arrive so I can sleep while going home? Pretty, pretty please?
Monday, June 29, 2009
It's 6:51. That's AM. I've been up for over an hour. I also didn't really sleep last night. So when I say "up," I mean only that I've been continuously vertical, in a purposeful fashion. And my eyes have been open, though consciousness is debatable. My feelings on the matter can be summed up in one word.
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awww, muffin...
but no, really, poor you, sleeping on the ferry is not what I would call restful. You summed it up pretty well there. And the bad thing is that the you will forget the pain in a few months and so the next time you ride the ferry and someone suggests spending money on a cabin you'll respond, " Why would I spend money on THAT?? It would make a terrible blog post, and besides more stories to tell from roughing it!".
Or maybe you will wisely agree.
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