Boing
I hate leaving my journal on such a downer entry for too long. I think it makes people assume that I am still feeling shitty.
I'm not. Not. Just a little sleepy, is all.
On the way home, we stopped off at one of my favorite Chinese restaurants for dinner. It was comforting and cheered me up a great deal. I had to laugh to myself when I read my fortune: "It's time to try something new." No, I'll just go ahead and not do that, I think.
I was a little disheartened by the fact that Wes decided to tell me that any attempt to go on a diet after the first of the year was going to fail--before I could even tell him the plan or make a bid for his cooperation. I guess I can just let my poor health kill me. That would be convenient for both of us.
Grrr.
Some people talk in their sleep, and narrate their dreams for anyone who is listening. I once got caught in an affair that way, when I was in college. I'm pretty sure he knew what I was up to, and just used the sleep-talking thing as a way to open the conversation.
Some people walk in their sleep, or even eat. They do things that are part of their waking habits.
So, one can imagine what I do in my sleep. I thought it might have been a dream last night, because I never even opened my eyes. Then I saw Wes's little smirk this morning.
How efficient.
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