How lame.

It’s official. I love my bed more than just about any other inanimate object in the world. This past week I could have laid in bed forever on any given day. I think it’s a combination of quite a few things. The first is that the sun doesn’t shine in my room to wake me up anymore. The second is that I started engulfing myself in my two pillows making a very comfy sleeping spot in which I am getting pseudo spooned (insert sad face here). Depression could fall in third. If there is a fourth, it would have to be lack of motivation to go to work (maybe that should be first). Fifth could potentially be me cutting back on my “Snooze” time–by which I mean I used to hit the snooze button about 5 times giving me a half hour of semi-consciousness…now i set my alarm to go off 15 minutes later thus I hit the snooze button 2 or 3 times and only have about 15 minutes of semi-conscious delirium.

But alas life must go on so I get up and get my ass to work. Sadly enough.

Okay pardon the interruption but something keeps happening that is just utterly pissing me off–to give you the full story I need to introduce Mr. Snuggles. Mr. Snuggles is my oil-filled space heater. I love him dearly (though not as much as my pseudo spooning bed.) In order for Mr. Snuggles to work properly my door must remain closed. Simple right? Not when you’ve got a baby for a dog. He MUST and I mean MUST open a door if it’s closed. Just to check and see if you are there. He just blows right into the door and it swings open, he looks at you for a brief second or two, then turns around and runs down the hallway to get into other mischief. Meanwhile that sudden burst of the door suctions all heat out of my room and then he obviously doesn’t have the courtesy to close the door when he’s done checking up on me so the heat doesn’t rebuild…. Sometimes he just plain pisses me off. Though I’m in a mood tonight where that is generally easy—well that seems to be my mood this week. Only 2 more days.

If ever I’ve needed someone to relieve my stress, I would like them to enter now. (stage left preferably, that’s my lucky side)

Well before I blab on about stupid depressing What ifs and Whens….I’m going to bed. And shitty me still hasn’t changed out of my work clothes so I still have to muster up some form of energy to get out of bed and change.