Cabra, Cabbage and Good Eats

I knew  i would be tired today, when i woke up at quarter to seven, and I meant to write about this when i woke up, but i was so pressed for time and needed to prepare my long-awaited oatmeal. And even now i do not have time to write. Tyler, my intimate, is presently waiting for me to come over after a delicious meal. I am rushing now to cram everything that i would like to in the few minutes i have to waste. We made a delicious alfredo and shrimp pasta dish, followed by soft cheeses, bread and jam. I found myself explaining to Carly, as we took turns passing a quartered cabbage taking bites from the center, that i exert every bit of self control i have to enjoy the moments that are truly mine. These extended into conversations on Tea, and coffee and foreign food, but, today, it all paid off in a meal that consumed over a stick and a half of butter to prepare
 The lack of sleep was not entirely my fault, for i elected for bed at quarter to eleven. I meant to go to bed at this time but instead set-up a bed in the lawn and elected to sleep out there. At 1:00am a pair of police officers came and woke me up. I picked up my head groggily (HAVING BEEN SLEEPING!!!) and was asked if i was alright.
"of course, haven't you ever camped out in the front yard", perhaps i was smiling too much when i said this for they replied with another question:
"have you been drinking?"
"NO! i did just wake up."
Eventually they bullied me into going inside, where i settled on the couch comfortably only to wake later than i expected the next morning
Today was trying. I kept waiting for that burst of energy or spontaneity, but it never came. I almost lost hope or at the very least became embarrassed of my own seeming morosity. All the same, I did not lose hope, and while i am leaving a friend to "die of a food coma" while he waits for me to finish my post, I can't help thinking it is worth it, for it all led to at least these few seconds of happiness. Right?