Betty's Blog

Sleep deprivation.

Lisy's mean.

I was perfectly happy, sound asleep, curled up in a cute little ball on her beanbag.

All of a sudden I find myself in Lisy's arms, being carried into the lounge! How rude! I'd never do that to her. OK, I couldn't do that to her, my entire body weight is about the same as the weight of Lisy's head (I know I'm only skinny, but Lisy's not very bright. Her head is quite light), but, that's not the point...

Something about "Er, well, you sleep about 18 of every 24 hours. You've been asleep *all* day. If I don't wake you up now, you're going to keep me awake all night."

So?

I'm awake now, but I still fully intend to spend the entire night walking all over her and dribbling on her. In fact, as punishment for waking me up just now I may dribble just that little bit more.