No babies in the champagne room.

Confession of the morning: I just fell asleep on the toilet in my office bathroom. To be fair, I was not actually going to the bathroom; just sitting on the lid. Then. Whammy! I was sleeping. The work phone woke me up.

Son of a . . .

I am sleep blogging right now. I told myself last night I would go to bed at 10 p.m. But then I had to eat 5 Girl Scout Cookies, gossip with Jordon for 45 minutes, watch youtube clips of Aziz Ansari and catch up on the last 30 Rock episode. Cut to me falling asleep around 1:20.

I think last time I was this tired was when my bff from high school and I stayed up all night working on a Western Civilization project. Or something like that.

Now that I've been alive for almost a quarter of a century, I cannot operate on less than seven hours of sleep. When did that happen? I think college took it all out of me. Zapped me of my energia.

I can't tell if I'm having heartburn or if it's something more serious.

Man, this is a great morning.

I want to time travel to 4 p.m. today.

Eyes. Closing.

Eff.

UNT