I've grown unabashedly accustomed to falling asleep in Nick and Andrew's room. I offer the last two nights as proof. Sometimes I intentionally want to have a sleepover and other times, like last night, I just lay down and stray in and out of consciousness until I eventually nestle into the third or fourth stage of my sleep cycle. It's not that I don't like my own bed - not by any means - but after midnight, and with a lack of sleep from the night before, their futons become unbelieveably seductive. With all the appeal of a well-mannered whore, Andrew's futon is the most comfortable and sleep compatible. Nick's futon, though slightly gimpy, has its own appeal too. Well that, or I'm just not a sleep diva like some gingers and pianoplayingcarobsessedbusinessschoolingphotographers I know. Just kidding, but seriously.
Who has plans for Valentine's Day? I do!
Also, Apple = Andrew porn.
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