Friday, January 22, 2010

I woke up last night around 3 not feeling well. Which, because it was the middle of the night & I was so so so tired, ended up morphing into not feeling well + panic attack. I hate that.

I woke the husband, who, to his credit, didn't immediately say, "You're mental, take it down a notch." He did manage to go back to sleep awfully quickly. And snore so loudly I almost harmed him physically.

I watched really bad t.v. with the cats & was scared by the paper guy delivering our NYT at 4:30.

And now I'm way tired and hope I can get some rest. If the husband snores again, I CANNOT be held responsible for my actions.

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