life, the universe, and donna

I’m so freaking tired I could spit. Also, this post contains mentions of sex, so if you’re not into that, maybe go look at kitties. That means you, Mom.

I went to bed at a reasonable hour, read for a bit, and was probably asleep by about 11 or 11:30ish. No problem, that’s about right for getting up at 7am to work out for a bit, then go to work for 9.

Or that was the plan, anyway.

I have no idea what time Nick came to bed — I sleep like the dead.

So, here’s a little tidbit about me: I love half-asleep, er, relations. I end up with the most fucked up not-quite-awake dreams going on, and it’s always a total kick. My subconscious goes haywire if you throw real life sex into an existing dream, and it’s just fun as all get out. So, I definitely didn’t complain when I barely woke up to find a cute boy on my side of the bed, uh, doing stuff.

In the effort to be fair, his recollection is sort of the opposite — that HE woke up to find me doing stuff to him, and this was all my fault anyway. But hey, we were on MY side of the bed, so I think we know who started what here, hmm? I mean, just because I have a long history of molesting people in my sleep… honestly, who goes by past reputation anyway?

Said stuff continued on for a little while (my dreams involved pirates — go figure, right?) and I was starting to wake up more and more… and just as I found myself fully awake, Nick pushes me away, rolls over, and goes to sleep.

Hey… what? Wait. No, seriously, what? Hello? Hey! What the fuck just happened there?

Well, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and worse: Now I’m irritated… and wide awake. So I sit and seethe quietly for a while. Let out a few passive-aggressive heavy sighs, hoping he’s awake enough to notice that I’m choked. Nope. Dead to the world. Ok, so I was wavering between “irritated” and “aw, he’s cute”. These are not sentiments that go well together. I’m pretty sure this is how you end up lovingly choking someone.

I tried to get up and fiddle around on the computer. eh, boring. I pet the dog. I went back to bed and continued to stare at the ceiling. Then I got MORE irritated that he’d stolen my body pillow, and god damnit, not only has he woken me up and left me frustrated and irritated, but he’s stolen my pillow! Well, that’s it, then. It’s on.

I suppose by “it’s on” I meant that I’d go get the pillow cases out of the dryer so he can have his usual array of sixteen pillows arranged carefully around him (all right, so it’s only 4 — it’s still a lot of pillows for one person) rather than stealing mine. Conveniently, somewhere around this point, my irritated stomping about woke him up again, and I was able to, er, finish what we’d started.

He’s good to me.

Still didn’t get to sleep til about 5 or 6 (honestly, no idea — I flipped my clock over so I couldn’t see the time anymore. It was mocking me.) Ugh. But at least I had my pillow!

I’m so tired…