I wish I could find my camera. I'm dying to put up pictures of my cats. My blog just isn't the same without them.
I also don't understand how I lose things so easily. It's not like this house is huge, or there is an over abundance of junk.
Important things I have lost in this house:
My glasses
My camera
My sanity (?)
Just kidding.
Sort of.
I'm watching the 2nd season of Dexter. Such a good show. I highly recommend it.
For reasons I can't control, I've been having to sleep in J's bed. With him. It's a king size bed, so it's not that big of a deal. We normally stick to our own side of the bed, and usually have cats in between us as "the barrier". But last night, I climbed into bed after J had already gone to sleep and he did it. He cuddled me. We were always big cuddlers in our relationship, and it's one thing I truly miss. So I didn't stop him. At first I thought he was sleep-cuddling, but then we had a conversation and stuff. He was most definitely not sleeping.
This doesn't necessarily upset me or confuse me, but it does make me wonder why I let him. Am I that easy? Am I that desperate for human contact? I don't understand myself. I wish I was stronger.
Soon enough, Baxter (the new kitten) will be healed from his surgeries and won't have to be locked in my bedroom at night. And I'll be sleeping in my own bed, alone.
I'm not looking forward to it.
Pathetic much?
I'm craving Taco Bell. Bad.
I'm watching Little Black Book. I don't know about that Brittany Murphy person. I just don't trust her.
I'm going back to bed now.