Reverse minotaur.

This morning I yelled at Jake for what I think was the first time ever.

I rolled over at 4am, which at this point requires me to wake up ever so slightly (hard to flip over and keep the pillows on either side of my body pressed up against me without being woken a bit), and at the same time Jake turned on the computer, which is always ass-loud because of either the printer or the scanner going HEY I HAVE POWER AGAIN YAY THANK YOU!. And then get got pancakes out of a ziplock bag (one of those ‘new’ ones with the noisy zip area so you can hear that it is sealing) slowly, and then he sat at the computer clicking the mouse a lot. Our new mouse is awesome, what with being wireless and all, but it is very loud. Eventually I had to say "stop clicking!" and MAN did it come out loud. I think I freaked him out, he turned the computer off and came back to bed. heh. I felt bad once he came to bed and explained why he was up so stupid-early (he had a freaky dream where everything in his life turned out to be not real, and woke up not really remembering the dream but still having that freaked-out-ish feeling that the dream created) and because I was wide awake by this point, we just laid in bed and chatted. With our eyes closed, because we were face to face and open-eyes that close is stupid, can’t see anything that makes sense. Plus, we tend to fall asleep like that, eyes shut and chatting until eventually we stop talking and sleep happens. We fell asleep at about 7, right as I was contemplating getting up for good (I refuse to get up until it is at least the beginnings of day-time, which started at about 6-6:30) and slept until almost 10, which was lovely and meant I woke up not at all feeling like I had been awake way earlier than I should have been. Plus Jake told me that I made him feel way better, so that’s awesome.

Our day has been spent being lazy. We were going to spree-to-shine (our name for ‘clean a lot’) so the apartment would be nice and sparkly for thanksgiving next week, but I couldn’t be bothered with such a late start, especially seeing as Jake would be wanting to watch the Bears game which started at 4. I’ll just have to do all the cleaning myself during the week, which is totally do-able as long as I don’t be a lazy-ass. Instead of cleaning, we have watched a lot of NCIS (usa is having a "gibbs that keeps on giving" marathon. I wish it was ‘keeps on gibbon’ but that would just be too silly-funny) and… we did the dishes. Ooh and we had toasted sandwiches for lunch. I wanted something, but could only think CHEESE, and my sandwich was so perfect. It was pretty much just a thin crunchy shell over a giant pile of cheese. Absolutely delicious and happy-belly making.

It’s hard to think of words to write right now. Jake is watching the Bears game, so he keeps clapping and going YEAH! or something similar. And now there is a Jenn messaging me because she wanted to know if the game that her baby is watching was live or not (we’re watching the same tv even though we’re in different countries! I think that is pretty cool.) so words for entry are just… leaving me.

Title: A weird image that popped in my mind as I was laying in bed this morning. If things like that appear when I’m not even really asleep, what happens during the many hours I am asleep and have even less control over what I think/dream?