The time of the night when I have to make all sorts of decisions…

*to take an ambien and possibly risk ambien drinking and waking up late or to not take an ambien and risk not being able to sleep until 3:00am and waking up late..

*to leave my spot on the couch a little bit early and stand in my closet for 30 minutes trying to find something that fits me to wear to work tomorrow, or to  enjoy myself for just a little longer- but wake up late and wear wrinkled dirty clothes…

*eat some yummy chips and salsa and feel guilty about eating late night carbs, or resist the urge and instead satisfy my salty urge with a bag of chex mix from the vending machine in the morning…

*Conan, Letterman, or Scrubs reruns… or read…

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions…

What’s a girl to do?

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