If this is the shortest month of the year, why does it feel like it’s going on forever? Plus there’s another Tuesday and I have no idea what to post. So here’s a stupid conversation between me and my mom that took place when she showed up at my door at ten thirty in the morning:
Me: What’s up?
Her: Were you just sleeping?
Her: You look like you just woke up.
Me: I’m fully dressed. My hair is up.
Her: And you look like you just woke up! I think you were sleeping!
Me: You talked to me, like, an hour ago.
Her [narrowing her eyes]: I think you were sleeping.
I’ve never been able to sleep during the day even when I’m tired. Unlike her, who enjoys an afternoon nap. She just thought I looked tired and couldn’t stand the thought of me being asleep. I think it physically pains her to see me resting.