"It only hurts when I laugh," she said
"Sometimes it's never a crime
To spend the day in bed"
She made certain that the curtains were red
To dream better by the light they would shed
She leaned back, tilted her head
And this is what she said...
- Bad Religion, Boot Stomping on a Human Face Forever
I slept all day. I woke up long enough to go out to dinner with michael and look at parakeets at PetSmart (too expensive and no blue ones), and then we went back to my house and ... napped.
So all in all, i had a great day with michael in which we did nothing but eat and sleep.
better than working, i say.
I wrote a crappy poem about the cocker spaniel that bit me the other day:
Ode To The Bastard Spaniel That Made My Finger Hurt
why did you bite me?
was it the pain
or just to spite me?
in related humorous news, the little fucker coded and died when the owner came to visit. Most unfortunately, I wasn't there to see it.
I've got an appointment to see the people about the sleep study in two weeks. Tomorrow, I'm going into my own doctor's office to have bloodwork done to verify that my diabetes is well controlled. I hope the bloodwork turns out okay, as I really am interested in participating in this study. Or, like I said to Michael, I've never been one to turn down free stimulants.
The woman on the phone told me that I will have to cut down on my caffeine consumption for the duration of the study. Blah. I can do it though, I drink too much anyway.
Off to sedate myself to sleep (again!), there are things to be done in the morning.