It is 10:06 p.m. On a school night. And I'm just leaving happy hour. That means T-minus 7 hours until my alarm goes off.
I decide that I'll run home, take out Zoe, and go straight to bed. Which was my plan. Until....
I remember that I had to brown meat for the queso I'm bringing to work tomorrow. So I do that {which, by the way, is the absolute last smell I want filling my apartment at 11p.m. after a few beers}.
I finish browning the meat and am getting ready to jump in bed. Until....
I remember that my dad is coming to stay with me tomorrow. Which means I need to clean up my apartment and hang up laundry.
By the time I finally fall asleep, it's after midnight and my {now clean} apartment smells like meat....