the bleep of the sweet

I've slept, slept, slept.. I slept a whole day and a night. The night was hot and sweaty but I carried on despite all that. I fancy rather like a Livingstone or similiar in the jungles of Darkest Africa. Mosquitos the size of paper wasps trying to lap at my tasty blood but they'll get NONE.
Now, I'm not a sleeper. I'll hop up at 8 am on my day off and start wandering about (unless I'm supposed to be cleaning out the fridge; in which case I'll drop off to sleep before you can say "gross and boring-er"). Hey! The day is a'wasting and it's ALL MINE. (rubs dry palms together) But this was different..and gooood.

Now tonight we're having some kind of quality girl time "Massage Night". One of the chicks is a massuse, it's all her idea. Candles, music, tequilla, massaging and 9 girls. Yeeah. I can't wait, what a treat.
Golly bob howdy, in what world is there 9 girls and no boys? Haha! A world with Girls Massage Night, that's which!