OK, those of you who don't like to hear major-league bitching, stop reading now. NOW, I said!
No sleep yesterday. Well, maybe an hour or two, but not even consecutively.
The second time that I managed to get to sleep, the damned alarm clock kept going off, and I would look at it and hit the snooze, and I couldn't figger out why it was showing a different time every time.
I thought that there was maybe a conspiracy to confuse me. But y'all should know that that's not necessary, I'm normally confused.
Anyway, the snooze is supposed to give you three minutes between buzzes, and this one was going off every minute, I think. I don't know, I was confusing reading the clock for real and dreaming.
Anyway, I've been up for about 38 hours right now, and I'm really feeling mean. I don't feel mean very often.
Additionally, work was hell. I started getting behind at about 02:00 and it kept getting worse. Had I been able to, I could have worked until about 10:00 and got all of the paperwork done that I left behind... hopefully, they'll find time to do it today, otherwise it'll be waiting for me tonight, and I really don't want that to happen.
So now I have to go move Karen and Lacee out of my bed so I can crash. And I'm mad at Karen for part of not being able to sleep yesterday... about 16:00 I persuaded her to give me a back rub, and I was drifting off, almost asleep, when a damned cat wanted my attention. The worse thing was, she knew the cat was in there when she closed the door... but he never bothers her!
Sleeping with cats bothers me, though, and she knows that. We've got to talk (more) about this pretty simple fact. Karen can go to sleep at the drop of a hat and sleep until she wants to get up and she still doesn't understand that I can't, even after sixteen years.
OK. Enough bitching. Enough being awake.