dayva

I realized that if anyone were to look into my shopping cart today, they would have thought I was at least 60 and never married. It was full of kitty litter, kitty food, assorted kitty toys, two ginormous bottles of ketchup (I like ketchup), assorted frozen dinners, soap and many, many sleeping pills. Sometimes, I hate having insomnia. I should just do speed or something, at least then I'd be awake with energy instead in that awful limbo land between sleep and awake. It sucks.

On a brighter note here's a conversation between me and shokwave one night:

Me: Hey. Heeeeyyyy. (pokes shokwave) You awake?
Shokwave: Mmmrph.
Me: I am so freakin' hunrgy. Are you hungry?
Shokwave: No, I'm sleepy. Because I was sleeping.
Me: So...you're not hungry? Not even a little bit?
Shokwave: No. Sleeping.
Me: What about for pancakes? I would kill for some pancakes right now. You want pancakes? How about you get up and make some pancakes?
Shokwave: Are you joking?
Me: You don't want pancakes? How bout french toast? I really want pancakes though. I'm so damn hungry.
Shokwave: Get up and make pancakes if you want pancakes.
Me: I don't know how to make pancakes.
Shokwave: I'm going back to sleep.

Just so everyone doesn't think I'm just an insane insomniac who likes to pester the guy who keeps my socks well rocked, I did eventually get up and inhale a box of wheat thins and dip, then I went back to sleep. When I woke up I tried to make pancakes. If you don't think you can fuck up pancakes, you are wrong. I fucked them up so bad. The directions were on the box and I still fucked them up. I'm such a mess in the kitchen. It's a wonder I still have all my fingers intact. Oddly, I do enjoy baking.

The countdown to my birthday officially begins now. Dayva gets one year closer to being a crazy old cat woman in nine days