You Only Call Me When You’re Down
Hmm. I managed to sleep most of the day away yesterday. And the night. And some of last night. I don’t think I have ever slept so much before in one go. Or small goes. I feel a bit groggy. Like I have had too much whiskey. Or cider.
I was feeling sad and lonely and the only thing that seemed to offer a viable solution to the problem was my bed. In my bed I feel good. Until I realize I am alone there too.
It’s 5 am. I guess the day starts now, because I have slept so much that I surely could not sleep anymore? I could always try. Maybe I can sleep for a week until the next Lost episode is up. That would solve everything. Now where’s my cider at..?
February 3rd, 2008 at 15:13
Wake up, my dear danish boy!
What you need is an “alarm cat”. It will walk on your face and purr loudly in the morning when it’s “Feed the kitty” time.
You won’t be able to sleep thru the “alarm cat”.
PS: Are you related to the hibernating groundhog family?
February 4th, 2008 at 5:20
Remember…there are a lot people and animals counting on you.
Can you imagine how the goats will feel if you don’t visit them?
You make yourself feel better and the goats will get some nice treats from you. So it’s a win/win situation.
Debster is hinting…will there be a kitty kat in the near future??
Inquiring minds want to know.
Mads thinking: “Where is that funny guy with the glasses and the camera with the nuts and raisins? My stomach is rumbling and I’m sick of eating hay and standing in buckets.”
Debsters thinking: “Is groundhog one word or two? Also, is it true that ground hog tastes just like chicken. Note to self–slip it in the texas chili instead of ground beef. Hubby won’t know.”
Luislemmings thinking: “zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Don’t buy woolen sweaters from mermaids. Hey, how do they walk on land, and where did they get the sweaters from? Atlantis? zzzzzzzzzzz.”