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insomnia is back tonight.
2013-01-13 @ 1:00 a.m.
oh, insomnia. i hope we're not doing this again. i hope it's just because we ate a shitload of food, late. and that i slept in super late this morning. i'm not into this at all. all this week it was cramps, bloating, discomfort. totally constipated and unhappy. but my period wasn't THAT bad. so i was really, really happy about that. (took evening primrose oil the whole time, like 50% less painful cramps??) but boy is so miserable. he's working too much right now, and it's that time of year that he gets really depressed. but at least he realizes it, and he recognizes what it is, and he's reaching out to me. i am thankful that i am able to be here for him. i am happy that i am up right now. you know, like up in mood. since i've been feeling SO decent this week (when i wasn't cramping!), i've been getting a lot of stuff done, which i know is making him happy too. he's been wanting to clean the bedroom out forever, and we both said we were going to do it this week while he was out of work, but he got called back the day that we had planned to do it so i just did it myself. it looks really nice now! but really empty. time to get a bookshelf. cutest thing i've ever seen in my life was boycat trying to protect me from the vacuum. he's still so wobbly from his ear? infection (we still don't know what it is), but he was such a brave boy and really slapped the shit out of that thing. while i was running it, he was like right behind me, looking worriedly at me, and at the vacuum, like "why are you near that thing, mother!? it'll get you!!" and many hisses were issued. then, when i turned it off, instead of letting me walk it back to the closet where it belongs, boycat cut me off and that's when the slapping began. he's hissing his little face off, and i'm like, "[boycat]! let me walk!" and he's still looking up at me like, listen. i'm not going to let this thing get you. then the next thing i know, he's tap-tap-tapping the front of the vacuum (if you have a cat you know the hilariousness of the quick tap), and when that failed to defeat it, he went around the side to attack the wheels. SO ADORABLE. my little protector. i'm going to go get in bed and try to sleep. maybe boy snoring will take me there. if not, there's always the murder channel. |