Here’s part of the conversation that Ian and I had this morning when he got home from work. I happened to be awake because Kitty had knocked some stuff over in the living room just before he arrived. I’m almost considering incorporating this dialogue in one of the books, lol. Enjoy!
“I’m going to go back to fucking sleep,” I said as Ian left the bedroom.
“Are you now?” Ian asked as he entered the hallway.
“Yeah, sleep fucks me good, you know,” I called after him.
He laughed, “Does it now?”
Nodding even though he couldn’t see me since he was all the way down by the bathroom at this point, I said, “Yup. I’m gonna have sleep’s bastard child.”
“Are you going to name it ‘nap?’ Just a thought.”
hehe:
Did you get any sleep?
Yup:
I got another couple hours of sleep before getting up to do laundry so Ian would have underwear for work tonight. Once it's done, I think I might take a nap. 😉
Ahh sleep:
After last nights dreams, I don't much care to get anymore sleep.
:
You said it Lushbaugh. Then again, I had a dream about Pee-wee Herman doing porn. So I win.
Oh and also,:
if sleep fucks you good, do you have the cigarette when you wake up?
This only applies to nasty smokers, of course.