So let’s talk about me for a little while, how ’bout it?
First of all, our ac is out of commission and we think it’s the compressor (is that what it’s called) so it’s probably gonna cost a jillion dollars. There goes the Maserati fund. Poor Cooper is panting, barking and whining. He’s not used to roughing it like this. I am not going to sleep tonight. Again. See below.
I am tired. Dog tired. I haven’t been sleeping well lately for some reason. That is a miserable feeling. I feel like I’m sleepwalking through the days like a very well dressed zombie, minus the drool. (speaking of zombies, have you seen Shaun of the Dead? funny zombie british humor) I try to go to bed earlier because I have this theory that more hours of bad sleep has to be better than fewer hours of bad sleep but perhaps I’m wrong on this as it doesn’t seem to help much. I’ll give it a few more goes and then resort to drugs I suppose. Just kidding. Maybe.
I received two gifts today which was nice. One was a set of notecards with my initial on them and the other was a Disneyland t-shirt. Note to all readers, I love presents. Especially when they are surprise presents. And especially stationary and clothing. And books. And cds. And picture frames. And gift cards. And money.
And since I haven’t mentioned Cooper since two paragraphs ago…Mr. Innocent is very helpful, look how he decorated our basement floor for us the other day. (yes, we leave the tv on for him when we’re gone. shut up.)
Going to go stick my head in the refrigerator now…