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Let's get unconscious, honey...
Nov. 1st, 2002 06:42 amPulled an all-nighter Wednesday night - yes, all night! No sleep! I don't recommend it. Popped in the Reel Nsync to refresh myself around 3:00 a.m., which was interesting, once I got by the part with the screaming teenies. But that's a rant I'll save for later. Baby!NSync! So cute.
I actually managed to function yesterday, and only drifted off for three second catnaps a few times during the day - at work, in an office with a glass door! But I got stuff done and didn't face plant at my desk, so all was well.
Got home, put on my jammies and talked to the husband for a few minutes, sat in front of the computer to answer email, and fell asleep. Woke up a minute or so later and told the husband that yes, perhaps I *do* need to take a nap. Woke up at 9:00 p.m. to call Dad, mumbled at him for a minute or so (Dad: "Go to bed, call me tomorrow!") and crashed until the cats woke me up this morning at 5:00 a.m.
I wonder now if the cats think that this is their job. I mean, if they're very serious about it, and have meetings to talk about technique. Will it be jumping from one side of the bed to the other, purring loudly in my ear while walking back and forth between the husband and me? Jumping in the window to bat at the blinds? Prowling around on the pile of purses I need to put away (yes, so many purses that there is an actual pile. I suck)? Or batting at the closet door that has a loose latch and rattles?
Evil, evil furry children. Well, they've earned their cat food for another day, and they're now slumbering peacefully on the floor. Cute, but evil. Like Lance! ;-)
I actually managed to function yesterday, and only drifted off for three second catnaps a few times during the day - at work, in an office with a glass door! But I got stuff done and didn't face plant at my desk, so all was well.
Got home, put on my jammies and talked to the husband for a few minutes, sat in front of the computer to answer email, and fell asleep. Woke up a minute or so later and told the husband that yes, perhaps I *do* need to take a nap. Woke up at 9:00 p.m. to call Dad, mumbled at him for a minute or so (Dad: "Go to bed, call me tomorrow!") and crashed until the cats woke me up this morning at 5:00 a.m.
I wonder now if the cats think that this is their job. I mean, if they're very serious about it, and have meetings to talk about technique. Will it be jumping from one side of the bed to the other, purring loudly in my ear while walking back and forth between the husband and me? Jumping in the window to bat at the blinds? Prowling around on the pile of purses I need to put away (yes, so many purses that there is an actual pile. I suck)? Or batting at the closet door that has a loose latch and rattles?
Evil, evil furry children. Well, they've earned their cat food for another day, and they're now slumbering peacefully on the floor. Cute, but evil. Like Lance! ;-)
