2003-09-09 - 6:30 a.m.

It's 6:30-do you know where your sheet is?

I woke up several times over the course of the night, no thanks to The G who happened to be yanking the sheet up over himself like it was 30 below in our bedroom. Apparently, my level of comfort had to be compromised for him to sleep at his best. I was awake at 12:30 (keep in mind I was in bed and sleeping by 11-a major feat for me!), 1:45, 3, 5, and finally 6:15 when his alarm began to go off in its routine way. He plays a game with it called "Let's Piss Off Melis". It's pretty simple really: the alarm goes off at an abnormally early hour for someone who doesn't get up until a half hour before he needs to be to work. He hits snooze and repeats this every eight minutes until he finally gets up. Now normally I would have been comatose, but I did the whole sleep with a pillow between my knees thing because that was the only way I could get comfortable with the way my kidney has been bothering me. Anyway, this made me hypersensitive to any movement other than my own. Needless to say, the yanking didn't help and I will probably sleep during my ultrasound.

Anyway, I got up and filled my water jug as my kidneys need to be all plump and juicy for the scans this morning. You know how hard it is to get up and pound a 32 ouncer? Gah. PLUS, our water tastes horrible and naturally The G did not refill the Pur pitcher last night (nor did he replace any ice he's used in the last 2 days). He's starting out in such good graces with me today, yes?

Many thanks to %%diary-lorster%% for the welcome back yesterday. Nice to know I was missed by someone. To you I wish Autumn will hurry its ass up so you can have gingerbread lattes til your heart's content!

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