


I'm so tired after a much-too-fun weekend. All I want to do is go home, eat a vitamin rich stew and fall asleep.
Speaking of which, last night I fell asleep with my light on and my face in a book. When I lived with a boy I used to wheedle and whine until he'd spoon me, every night. It is amazing how you get used to not being hugged to sleep. I thought I could not live without it, so being able to was a happy suprise. It is very nice though. Images from an article from the Guardian called The Politics of Sharing A Bed.
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