Apr. 16th, 2006
Sleep, you elusive whore...
Apr. 16th, 2006 04:59 amI couldn't sleep tonight. I was tired, I most certainly wanted to. But you see, I'm a VERY light sleeper when it comes to actually GOING to sleep. When I'm at a certain fragile level of sleep, the littlest sound will wake me up.
Say, like, a MOUSE rustling in my PAPERS! But they don't just do that, noooo. They SCREECH. And make things fall over! And RIP. And NIBBLE!
I swear to God, I went all Richard Dreyfus from Close Encounters on their asses and cleared out their favourite corner of all objects, clothing and bags of stuff. Then I let Lenny in. I think, to him, moving mice are like cat TV. Entertaining, but you don't try to eat what you're looking at. Stupid dick cat. *sigh*
So now I'm drugged out of my mind (cause I have a crashing headache and cramping uterus), most likely going to miss my blessed Easter Morning, and I'm grumpy. :(
I'm going to get those fucking mice. They're testing my soft hippie core of animal loving, I swear to God.
Say, like, a MOUSE rustling in my PAPERS! But they don't just do that, noooo. They SCREECH. And make things fall over! And RIP. And NIBBLE!
I swear to God, I went all Richard Dreyfus from Close Encounters on their asses and cleared out their favourite corner of all objects, clothing and bags of stuff. Then I let Lenny in. I think, to him, moving mice are like cat TV. Entertaining, but you don't try to eat what you're looking at. Stupid dick cat. *sigh*
So now I'm drugged out of my mind (cause I have a crashing headache and cramping uterus), most likely going to miss my blessed Easter Morning, and I'm grumpy. :(
I'm going to get those fucking mice. They're testing my soft hippie core of animal loving, I swear to God.