My bed fully inflates in 3 minutes.
This is where I spent the day, wrapped in my cocoon.
Tomorrow I'll be forced out by responsibility.
But once my shift is over, the real work can begin.
Unless, of course, my blankets are persuasive.
^ Gah. Welcome to overtired lame poem corner.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I really need to get some shit done tomorrow, and not sit in bed watching Boy Meets World like I did all day today.
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