When I Feel Down, I Clean.

Don't you?

I'm back in the no sleep cycle.  This time I refuse to stay in bed while not sleeping and just let the racing thoughts take over.  When I let the racing thoughts take over I really need a stenographer to record them because seriously?  I swear I have some great ideas then.  Last night I couldn't sleep so around 4:30 in the morning I decided that the bathroom needed a good cleaning.  I do not clean as fast as I used to.  I wear mitts that put some pressure on my hands to help with the stiffness from the muscle spasms.  I wore those underneath my fab pink vinyl gloves.  Two hours later the bathroom was sparkly, I was finally tired and able to get about four or five hours of restless sleep.  This is my reality.  BUT AT LEAST MY REALITY IS CLEAN.

Right, so a few posts ago I ranted a bit about projects I needed to do, not being motivated to do them, blah, blah.  Well the muscle spasms took knitting off the list.  They will eventually get done as they always do.  But before anything some, um, organization must be done.

Welcome to my lair.

That's my office.  I swear!  See!  There's a printer.

Guest bed.  Yeah I have no excuse for this.

If you can find the tape dispenser, let me know.

Yes.  I have a few skeins of yarn.

Understatement:  I need to organize this place before I start on stuff.  Or if we have any guests which, after seeing this picture, I doubt we will.  For a while.

And now for your amusement.  Benny in a lampshade!!

You know, I always wondered how funny it would be to see Benny Woo in a halo, lampshade, whatever you use in reference to the big plastic cone around his neck.  It was really funny.  At first.  But then when he came over to me and crawled into my lap it was a bit sad.  He didn't hurt himself or anything.  He had two gross and smelly tumors removed from his ears.  I still love Benny to death, but it is very, very clear that he is now my mom's dog.  And I'm glad.  He's completely different with my parents and loves to visit my aunts, cousin, and her two kids.  He'll be 15 in April and he is loved.  Also now he's being laughed at by people on the internet, but he wouldn't mind.  In his French accent he'd tell you, "It's cool", then stare at you until you gave him something to eat.