sleepless nights

[emothy]

I am SO FUCKING TIRED.

So fucking tired.

So I tried to go to sleep a little early but was woken up around midnight by Sooty quite wonderfully throwing up all over my bed. My bed with a new pillow, a new sheet and the only spare cover we own because YESTERDAY MORNING one of the cats had decided to go to the toilet all over it. One of the big cats by the way, not a kitten mistake. It was as BIG as the kittens.

So, I go and lay down on the sofa downstairs with my dressing-gown on and no cover because there are none left, and half-sleep, being awake for every little tap and bang and kitten that occurs and sits in my hair and claws and purrs at it.

Half four in the morning, dad has just finished his shower and comes downstairs and I'm still very easy to wake. I turn over and he asks me "what happened this time?" and when I tell him he shakes his head in disgust and tells me to go sleep on his side of the bed. I end up laying there for about an hour unable to sleep and feeling nice back aches where I'd slept on the sofa.

Then mum tries to make me get up at seven after I'd finally turned myself right round in the bed and made myself a pillow out of the covers. So I end up watching the clock every few minutes to make sure I don't get up too late.

And now I do have to leave soon and I so can't be fucked to go find clothes or anything. I WANT TO GO BACK TO BED AND SLEEP.

Hopefully I'll be all zombie-fied at work and it'll go quickly.

Comments

[vacivity.livejournal.com]

Ick. :( That would really be horrible, especially both of those things happening so quickly after each other.