  I've been good. I got up today at 3pm, which was a noble feat considering the way i've been zombified lately. My plan was a simple one: To sleep when my dear husband sleeps. And, hopefully by this to achieve the ultimate goal: To be awake when Kurt is awake. (Tertiary goals include enjoying the summertime by doing things during daylight, getting a tan - or at least to stop wearing the pallor of the undead, seeing friends during daylight hours, and so on.
) And although i was yawning at ten pm, and although it seemed that the night was wearing down rightly at 12am, 4am found me lying in bed, yawning, feeling a powerful urge to scrub the bathtub. Here i am, at 4.56am, with a very clean tub that smells like pink. Dead serious on the pink thing. It's lysol, and i decided to get summer fresh lysol, because summer smells nice. According to the good folks at lysol, though, summer smells like pink chemicals came to die in an anti-bacterial spray. Just kidding. I don't buy anti-bacterial crap. Bacteria is good for you, and the alternative to the bacteria we have are bigger, and far more scary bacteria.
Now i have this very clean slightly cloying pink smell wafting about. And pink smells sort of like someone ate something cute and decomposing, drank some lysol, then threw up. And yet i can't bring myself to throw the stuff out. Who knows when I'll see the inside of a grocery store again keeping the hours i do? By the time i get a lysol that smells less pink, all sorts of unsavory things will take up residence in my bathtub.
And they will become an unholy army of darkness, and i'll have to be the overlord, and taking over the world is such a hassle, and really, who the hell needs that sort of responsibilty? You know, Kurt has been telling me the last week or so not to look a gift horse in the mouth about the sleeping thing. (Hey, you know where that phrase comes from? You can tell a horse's age by its teeth, so if someone gave you a horse, you shouldn't be critical, because, hey, a horse is a horse, of course, of course. )Anyways, yeah. Kurt's been all about me enjoying this sleep, this gift from god. To sleep is to heal right?
But, being the malcontent i am, I've been flossing the damn horse's teeth. And you know what? I'm not sleeping! Right now. Right now, I am not sleeping, and i'm dog ass tired. I think i'm cursed. I'm going to go scrub the toilet. 
