I was really tired.
I needed sleep.
It was all very frustrating.
Here's a recap:
- Can't fall asleep. My stomach is killing me tonight.
- Decide to read
- Realize 5 pages into my book that I have NO idea what I've just read.
- Must be too tired to read.
- Put book down, turn off lights
- Can't sleep, still focusing on my tummy and wondering when, wHeN, WHEN this hurt will stop
- Turn on my IPod and play a few games of Solitaire on it
- Eyes get heavy. YES! This is a great sign.
- Try to find a comfortable position where my stomach hurts the least
- Find one. On my left side.
- Hair blows across my face.
- It tickles
- I itch my cheek
- Oh no, now I have the itchies
- Scratch my right side. It itches too
- Now the space between my shoulder-blades itches. This is getting silly.
- Realize that this is getting ridiculous. Am I making this up? Why isn't my body allowing it's itself to drift off to sleep?
- It's my right side again. It itches. I scratch it.
- As a result, my tank-top creeps up my back just enough that a breeze flutters over my lower back
- Now my lower back is chilly
- Pull down said tank-top, pull up the sheets.
- Cooper gets up. What the heck could he possibly want at this ungodly hour (2:00am)
- His ID tag and Rabies vaccination tags are rubbing together
- Have they always been that loud?
- Lay and wonder what I ate tonight that is upsetting my stomach so bad.
- Also start thinking about the beginning of school. Why not? I'm not sleeping anyway.
- A train (and I'm not kidding you on this one) blazes by the house (we're still at Jay's parent's house in Spokane) at 3:00 in the morning. I think the train conductor blares his horn a bit louder and longer then usual. Maybe he's saying 'hello' to all the people who are still awake ("Hi train conductor! I hear you!"). Maybe he has an evil plot to wake everyone in Spokane.
- Think about all the possibilities for a while.
- Cooper comes back into the room, jumps on the bed and lays in front of me, to be spooned.
- I try this for a while but realize (a) I'm ridiculously hot (b) he has all the room. I have none (c) he has perfectly vacant bed on the floor. I boot him off the bed.
- Some time after the dog-booting ... I drift off to sleep