I barely slept last night. The getting to sleep part was fine, as usual. I just leaned up against my man and fell asleep. But at about 1am I couldn't sleep anymore so I was just... up. Then the cats, sensing that their beloved human was in need of some compassion (and perhaps some peace and quiet) started being the biggest jerks ever. EVER.
Let's knock stuff over and scratch at the stuff under the bed, and play with toys we usually hate! Weeeee! Ugh. Anyway,I got up to put some food in their bowls at 4:45, then again at 5:30. then I actually got to get a little sleep before the alarm went off at 6:10. I know I slept because I had a dream. And that dream was about scooping kitty litter. Yup. I was working as a kitty-litter-scooper. And, surprise! I didn't like my job.
Kitties: please get outta my dreams.
Before all of my sleep difficulties, last night was pretty fun. I had some beers with some theatre peeps and then my man joined us. A good time was had by all, and a lot of beers were consumed by me. So, without further ado, I give you another installment of...
Awesome things I said to my boyfriend while I was drunk, part 196:
We were in the car on the way home (he drove, he'd only had one beer) and I said, completely out of nowhere, "When you get a job and buy another house, can we live together in it? I'm a good roommate". To which he replied: "Sure".
My man: few words has he. I'm lucky he's so laid back about the stuff I say when drinking.