Just to try something different, last night I slept with my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the head of the bed. Here you might be thinking, "EEEWWWW she put her face where her feet go??" but in my defense, I'm a bit shorter than my bed, so my head was actually on that last bit of bed that I don't touch because my feet don't reach there, and my usual head-place isn't contaminated with foot-germs now because my feet didn't reach where my head usually goes, so I'm good.
That reminds me, I still haven't bought a new mattress pad. I will do that later.
That was a nice change of scenery. The scene didn't change, but my perspective changed because I got to wake up looking at my laundry basket instead of my trash can. It's a little depressing waking up to a trash can every day, especially when it hasn't been emptied in about a month, but that's my own fault.
My Dad used to tell us about a poem called "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout" in which "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not take the garbage out." If I'm remembering it right. Scuse me while I Bing it. I'm not allowed to Google stuff anymore, because my uncle works for Microsoft. But that's all right with me cause Bing has cool pictures.
I'll Bing it later. My friend just texted me she's out of class and we're going to get hot coco now.
Bye for now [:
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