It is The Middle of the Night
It is the middle of the night and I suddenly find myself awake. I fell asleep on the couch and apparently no one managed to cover me with a blanket. Can’t say that I totally blame them as the children seem to have run off with all of the spares.
Makes me think that just as I have an auto club card I should have a blanket club card that I can call when I am in need. It would be nice to have some sort of service like that. Maybe it would help prevent me from waking up in a foul mood.
I am cold, my leg has a cramp and my back hurts from sleeping in some sort of fetal position. What the hell. I spent nine months curled into a ball. Shouldn’t there be some sort of rule that says my body should automatically remember those days and consequently I should be exempt from cramps and discomfort.
Woke up having had a dream about my best friend, an irritating dream in which I was given some sort of stupid, illogical and unreasonable answer about an argument. Can’t say that I quite remember what it was about, but suffice it to say that I am right. Oh yes, I am right.
Going to try and go back to sleep now. In fact had I not noticed that the computer was still on I would have gone straight to sleep. I probably should have, but I am awake and irritated so I took a moment to try and vent.
I hate waking up like this. With any luck I’ll fall asleep without any sort of struggle and have the sort of dream that you never want to wake up from. But if I can’t or don’t you’ll probably hear about it.