I'm hungry but a certain pig has been sleeping since.. 4ish, off and on and it's close to seven now.
It's been pretty much of a pattern these few days. He sleeps and I wait till I get so hungry I turn cranky and then we eat a late dinner last order in five minutes when we step in the first day at sushi tei he rushed me because he thought it was funny but yesterday at crystal jade I was kind of sick so he kept it to a minimum. Hopefully we'll eat earlier today. I feel like spageddies. Anyway.

So the sun is setting and the glare of the laptop is increasing. First it was the sun now it's technology. I am doomed to glasses for the rest of my life. -peers around in granny glasses.-

However at present the reality is that I have gotten some sort of eye infection- I swear it's the bed- not mine- and my right eye feels like it's producing some kind of hard gel-ly thing that squishes itself against my cornea if I turn my head to the other side. For some reason I've always thought of these occurances as little trips down the mutant path of goldfishes.

And I would like to say that I love talking with erica she's hilarious. She's deadpan. I love deadpan people. Therefore I love erica.
I also love erica because she has two amazing things going for her. One, she's a words person. Words People, as you may not know, are a rare breed. If you understand, good. If you don't, wait for my explaination- if it ever comes. Some things are intutively understood. Like peanuts.
Secondly, she is one of the very few fellow relief teachers who has followed me on my path. :) The fact that she is a brilliant moe scholar is beside the point. [ahemfreakahem]
And she just invited me to join facebook. erica, I tell you, has a perchant for suprising people.

illigible sound-
me: would you like to wake up?