Regrets

Consider me the sleeping champ. I'm one helluva sleeper. And I mean HELLUVA. I can sleep up to 15+ hours straight (with maybe the exception of waking up to pee or get a drink, but I can always go back to sleep). I can also sleep up to 4 different times in 1 day. Sleep is my means of escape, my sanctuary. No one bothers or annoys me in my sleep. No one makes me do anything in my sleep.
I love sleep.


That is, until after today.

So, it was about 11 o'clock. I'm still sleeping cause today my class doesn't start till 3. My mom says some shit about going to Target with her and my aunt. I'm still sleepy as fuck, I'm groggy, and I'm pissed that she would even attempt to wake me up to just go to "Target." So I tell her to buzz off of course.

BIG MISTAKE.

Why? Because it turns out that if I had simply gotten off my ass and went to Target with those 2 hags, I would have probably netted a $5,000 dollar giftcard to Target. Oh? You guys didn't catch that? Let me repeat that again.

I would have gotten a $5,000 (five thousand) dollar giftcard to Target.

The sad thing? My aunt was the one that scored it cause she bought some shit worth $5 (five) dollars for her kitchen and was chosen randomly. They shop there maybe once out of 3-4 months. I on the other hand, shop there at least 2-3 times a week. No joke, literally 2-3 times. Why the fuck haven't I been chosen? Do you know what I could buy with $5,000 at Target? ANYTHING.

I hate life. Back to sleep I go.