the existential poet

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1. on 2009/11/16 at 6:15 am | Reply Existential Poet

   No, good pun! It’s a rather usual night. I am often up in the middle of the night. I sleep on the couch for part of the night, to keep the cats company. Then I finish in the bedroom. The cats need company. I used to try to sleep all night in the bedroom with the door shut. If the door was open they were in and out, bugging me. Bugging means wanting to sleep on top of me.

   I’ll come visit your site later today. Gotta get ready for the work thing now…

   
   
2. on 2009/11/16 at 5:00 am | Reply Yousei Hime

   Sounds (pardon the pun) like you’ve had quite a night. Visit my site when you have time. I finally finished the story I was working on.