Ate too much pizza. Blearg..

I feel like such a Luddite now.

I drop a cat on my feet.

I am one of those people who's usually too warm. Occasionally I have to wear socks to bed. But I have a light duvet and if the heat kicks in during the night, I usually wake up because I am too warm.

I drop a cat on my feet.

Mine has stopped sleeping with me. I think it's because I've been home so much lately (7 out of the last 8 days—probably a record since I got him), and he's feeling complacent.

I drop a cat on my feet.

My cat sometimes comes over to my bed and sits on my hands. It'd be nice if she'd sit on my feet, but then she wouldn't get belly rubs, so that plan won't work.

I drop a cat on my feet.

Once I slept with a cat on my feet. It was really big. I didn't dare move. It wasn't a good night's sleep.

Needless to say, it wasn't my cat.

The only time I've ever worn socks to bed was when we had bedbugs and I was tucking my pajama pants into them to prevent bites.

Now that the heat is working in my building again, I almost always kick the covers off around midnight because I'm too warm.

I've been warming my hands under my cat in the evenings. He doesn't mind. I know someday I'm going to have to have the heat on, but am putting that day off as long as possible.

Extra blankets fall off. Even the existing blankets fall off during the eternal battle for bedcovers. I usually end up with the comforter, and he ends up with the sheet.

Gay-bashing woman humiliated for wearing hideous skirt:

I decided that because this woman thought it was okay to make me feel uncomfortable in my home, I would retaliate and make her feel just as uncomfortable, if not more.

This woman was wearing a ankle-length corduroy skirt, which, as we all know, is a fashion nono. So, in order to make her feel uncomfortable, I stood next to her and held a sign that said Corduroy skirts are a sin! I don't think I have ever drawn so much attention in my life. SO many people asked to take a picture with me, I got laughs, high fives and there were the few that even cursed off the woman standing behind me.

Separate covers are the key to my marriage. His body temperature is completely frelled because of all the drugs he's on, so he's either under a pile or one sheet. I'm sleeping under the quilt my grandma made for me when I was little--it's got my name on it and everything. I've been known to wake up from a sound sleep if one foot has crept out from underneath. Feet are weird.