by Angela Maani
When Angela has insomnia everybody suffers.
Me: Why are you on the floor?
Guy: You told me to get out of bed.
Me: You don’t want to sleep with me anymore because I’m too fat???
Guy: I do want to sleep with you because you’re beautiful, and you screamed if I didn’t get out of bed you would call the police.
Me: I can’t believe the first thing you say to me when I wake up is that I’m fat.
Guy: Can I get back in bed?