It’s 3:40 am, I need to get some sleep and I can’t find anything I want to write about.
I’m taking two Fukitol and going back to bed.
I ain’t making no promises for later.
PS: I hate it when I’m laying in bed drifting off to sleep and I hear the cat puking on the rug. (Apparently among her other charms, Catness is a puker.) Part of me wants to go to sleep and clean it up later and the other part is afraid I’ll forget and step in it when I wake up.