I guess I passed out yester-evening because I woke up at 6:00p to ten boys walking into my apartment. The living room was pitch black and I think I scared a few of them when I moaned and groaned at the noises of boys and bikes. We all went out to sushi shortly after and it took a while for me wake up, but the stories about sex and jail and spitting did it.
I realized I didn't have coffee yesterday on my way to school this morning. I thought I'd treat myself Sunday morning and allow myself to sleep in 'til 11:30. I figured I didn't need any coffee since I slept for so long, but I figured wrong. I probably passed out around 3:30 and who knows how long I would've been asleep hadn't I been bombarded by men. I love/hate this addiction.
