I slept on a love seat last night.
Slept isn’t really the most accurate word. Passed out with my clothes on and my contact lenses in is really more like it.
I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over. I’m hanging out at my old college for the weekend, but I am definitely not a college student anymore. Sleeping curled up, with my legs hanging over the edge of a tiny couch is just not something that I’m good at doing anymore.
I wasn’t able to take a shower this morning, so I took a hobo shower using the bathroom sink. Unfortunately, the only soap available was “gingerbread man” scented hand soap. So, I now smell like a slightly skanky gingerbread man. Isn’t that just the loveliest mental image?
Kristian has a whole plan for how he’s going to decontaminate me when I get home (clothes go right into the laundry, sleeping bag gets aired out). I think that he just might insist on hosing me off before he lets me in our apartment.
Best. Title. Ever.