WebKittyn Warbles
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Sleeeep, Data….
Even the cats have said screw it and have gone back to bed.
I am determined not to spend the next hour and 46 minutes whining about how tired I am. We're all tired, I can do better than that.
When I finally do manage to sleep, I'm going to make it last as long as I can and when I wake up I'm going to stay in bed, curl up with non-caffeinated beverages and the rest of the junk food I didn't plow through, my latest Michael Connelly and just grow roots. Watch some golf, toss in a movie perhaps.
Not that I'll stay in bed but the ovaries deserve a day of rest and I know I'll be paying for today/tonight come tomorrow. This is the time I tell all you men out there to be glad you are men. We may get the cooler looking shoes ut you don't have to suffer the ovarian terror.
It's nice and cold in the living room, sleep should come easily.
The Romanians are starting to wake up and show up on the mud, I was there when they went to bed and here I am when they wake up. SUGI PULA!
I feel like I'm saying nothing with my words here, I'm going to end for now. And I hear squealing again from the living room.
*mutters something obscene*
<-- Steal me!
