Shouldn’t have slept.
Ryan and I were both awake at sunrise for some reason, and after some morning sex, I was deciding whether I should go back to sleep or watch some “Parks & Rec” before work. I decided to go back to sleep and regretted it when I had the most ridiculous “Imma be late!” work anxiety dream ever. Like it was cool in a sense because I was late due to packing for my beach trip, and I had some cool clothes in my dream, but it was still ridiculous. And now I have to go to work so somebody stab me in the eyeball with a fork.