If I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes

Here I am, fresh off the opening shift. It was slow, and gray, and chilly. Thankfully, the sun has come out and the wind is slowly dying down. I was up at the ass-crack of dawn to make it into work for 5:30. BossLady is very sick, and carried her puke bucket around as she did her manager shit.

When a co-worker came in at 8, BossLady took off to probably die, but hopefully just resting and recovering. Maybe it was just a 24 hour bug, but since I’m not a doctor, I’m sure we’ll never know.

Now I’m home. I brought pizza for dinner. Nothing else planned for the day WWE Raw is tonight. So we’ll probably watch that, and make fun of the wrestlers.