I need some sleep.
Yeah, tell you something you don't know right?
Every day this week, I've been up by 2-3 am. It's not even a full moon! Pudd'n has figured out that all he needs to do is slide over and he can sleep next to me. He no longer asks to come in to bed, he does it with stealth. So by the time I realize he's hogging my pillow, I wake up and he's alseep. This forces me in to the middle of the bed.
Ugh!
I can't move him because he's dead weight and as most of my friends know. You DON'T wake up Pudd'n because he just LOVES to get up and stay up. Just like this morning at 2 am!
Now that I'm uber tired, it's making me feel depressed. I hate that feeling. I hate feeling sad and the "is this all there is to my life?" crap.
It sucks to be me right now.