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Originally posted by evenodds
Irritated is the new EvenOdds.
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Last night, I am up working a little late in bed, installing a new program onto my laptop and watching the late game. The OM falls asleep ridiculously early, so it's just me and the seven pounds of fur and attitude known as the oddcat.
Since we (hi Paigow!) are childless, the closest thing we (hi Paigow!) experience to sleepless nights comes from the furball of love and her ocassional bouts of kitty insomnia.
Hour after hour after hour pass with her walking on the bed, standing on our pillows, wailing at the top of her lungs. The OM, at this point, is able to remain alseep. I cannot fall asleep because of the walking, standing, and wailing.
I change rooms, figuring as long as I am awake, I might as well finish some work. This only increases the volume of the wailing because now we are separated. She herds me back to bed at what is now 4 am (and I still have not closed my eyes).
All the commotion finally wakes the sleeping giant, who as luck would have it, needs to get up at 5:30 for an earlier than absolutely fucking necessary meeting.
Of course, once she has accomplished her goal of waking us both, she goes to sleep.
Today is going to be a very long, very irritating day.
