All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
3 am...I hear it. *huheck huheck* Dog is starting to vomit...ON THE BED. Throw dog off the bed so vomit lands on the floor instead. But it is dark and dog throws up on my clean laundry. Dammit! Take dog outside, dog has diarrhea. Give dog medicine. Go back to sleep.
4 am....dog farting an awful lot. Take dog outside. More diarrhea. Clean diarrhea off dogs butt. Go back to bed with dog.
6 am....*huheck huhheck* Dog vomiting again. Vomits up diarrhea medicine. Fuck. take dog outside. More diarrhea.
7 am....dog is finally sleeping soundly and I am too. *Meeeeeeoooooowww Meeeeoooowww Rahhhhrrraahhhh Meeoooow* Cat starts up with her hoebag routine of kneading my breasts and sticking her ass in my face. I throw her out of the bedroom and shut the door.
8:30 am.....dog needs to go out again. More diarrhea. Give dog more diarrhea medicine.
9:30 am....*MMMMEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW* I feel a familiar kneading on my breasts again. Cat has returned. She must have snuck in while I was letting dog out. Dammit. Throw cat out, but then decide FUCK IT! I was not meant to sleep anymore. Turned on computer.
Diaryland down. Great.
10:30 am...Diaryland finally working. Reading some favorites to find that Diaryland's lack of customer service has forced one of my faves to relocate. (Do you even care Andrew??) I am going to go lay on the couch and watch OZ. Maybe nap a little. I am not even awake enough to even be mad that I got no sleep.
