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God, I'm cranky. If I didn't know it before, it was confirmed when I lit a cigarette at 9 am as I got off the train.
I was looking forward to sleeping at home with the Sopher after a couple nights away, and apparently she was too because she was extra snuggly and cuddly and...absolutely stifling. Around 2 am I woke up after quasi-sleeping and couldn't move my body which was covered in sweat. Somehow she had pushed the comforter up and around most of my body and was curled completely near my legs, but since she was acting as a paperweight, I was compelely immobile. After a momentary panic where I proceeded to knock her off the bed, I rearranged myself but then couldn't fall back asleep until approximately....3:30 am. I ended up taking a melatonin at 3 am even though I was resistant because I sleep so hard when I take one, I knew it would make waking up difficult. And it did.
I dreamt that I overslept until 12:30 pm. Poet CoWorker called to wake me up, ask where I was, told me my bosses were looking for me to have a talk and she saw the memo and knew I was in trouble because it said something about my lack of work productivity. I told her my power went out because of the thunderstorm the night before, but I was on my way to work right then. In my dream it was still dark as night, even at noon, because it was still raining. I proceeded to take my time leaving the house because I still didn't give a fck, even with the prospect of being reprimanded.
But before the bad part of my night, I had a fabulous dinner date with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drinkasyoupour and I must say, you Chicago folks are missing out for not snatching this one up. She's quite a catch and lots of fun.
My mood this morning started improving just a little when I checked my e-mail and looked again at the photo of Mintwaster in cullottes.
I was looking forward to sleeping at home with the Sopher after a couple nights away, and apparently she was too because she was extra snuggly and cuddly and...absolutely stifling. Around 2 am I woke up after quasi-sleeping and couldn't move my body which was covered in sweat. Somehow she had pushed the comforter up and around most of my body and was curled completely near my legs, but since she was acting as a paperweight, I was compelely immobile. After a momentary panic where I proceeded to knock her off the bed, I rearranged myself but then couldn't fall back asleep until approximately....3:30 am. I ended up taking a melatonin at 3 am even though I was resistant because I sleep so hard when I take one, I knew it would make waking up difficult. And it did.
I dreamt that I overslept until 12:30 pm. Poet CoWorker called to wake me up, ask where I was, told me my bosses were looking for me to have a talk and she saw the memo and knew I was in trouble because it said something about my lack of work productivity. I told her my power went out because of the thunderstorm the night before, but I was on my way to work right then. In my dream it was still dark as night, even at noon, because it was still raining. I proceeded to take my time leaving the house because I still didn't give a fck, even with the prospect of being reprimanded.
But before the bad part of my night, I had a fabulous dinner date with
drinkasyoupour and I must say, you Chicago folks are missing out for not snatching this one up. She's quite a catch and lots of fun.My mood this morning started improving just a little when I checked my e-mail and looked again at the photo of Mintwaster in cullottes.
