The fact that I can hear my roommate upstairs snoring (like a friggin' freight train, I swear), is a definite sign that it is late. So it's time for me to start getting comfy...
Ahhhhhh.... there we go.
Next, I'll be washing my face, scarfing down some Ben 'n' Jerry's Chocolate Chunk ice cream, and finding out what comes on tv this late. I'm interested. Really, I am.
I have to say, that I am not a snorer. Or I've been told that anyway. Only when I am super-sick do I ever snore, and even then it's mostly just heavy breathing (which doesn't count, ok?).
However, I have been told that I talk, run, laugh, and clap in my sleep. Yes, I said clap. And on more than one occasion, I have shoved the cop off of the side of a comfy hotel bed. Apparently, I wanted it all to myself.