my boyfriend was snoring like a motherfucker tonight, preventing me from sleeping, so at like 3:30 am (after 2 hours of staring at the wall) I slipped out of bed, wrote him a note, snuck out the back door, and left.
I felt kinda like an asshole doing it and he's probably going to be crazy annoyed when he wakes up, but really? wtf wasI going to do, lay in bed for another 5 hours staring at my eyelids?
by the time I got home (4 am) I couldn't even justify trying to go to sleep since I'd have had to wake up for work at 6:30 am so I just showered, changed my clothes, and started my shift at work early.
I felt kinda like an asshole doing it and he's probably going to be crazy annoyed when he wakes up, but really? wtf wasI going to do, lay in bed for another 5 hours staring at my eyelids?
by the time I got home (4 am) I couldn't even justify trying to go to sleep since I'd have had to wake up for work at 6:30 am so I just showered, changed my clothes, and started my shift at work early.