Ellis G. (who if you don't know, you should find out), posted this a couple days ago. Had to save it and repost it, apologies that I don't know who originally wrote it.
On an unrelated, but similar note, I found this image when I first moved to NY, and it's how I really felt at the time (very discouraging time for me). Apologies again that I can't remember who did it (I can quote them for days, though. Philly, I'm thinking?). This was a reminder to myself to never give in and trade my morals and ethics for what I was looking for (which wasn't fame, but I think you get the idea). To me, it was more of a testament to not give into ' the scene', for lack of a better explanation.
So wifey has night terrors in her sleep. No big deal, I always wake up and talk her through it (I think). It's actually pretty disappointing when she just talks about work in her sleep, and not zombies or something exciting.
"Oh nooooooo." "What's wrong?" "The restocks for the SF store didn't go through today..."
Boring.
My dog 'yelps' and kicks his legs like he's running in his sleep. Pretty harsh at 3am, considering he's about 95 pounds and takes up most of the bed. I like to think he's chasing rabbits, but who knows...might be chasing me. Payback for not getting a treat after his walk, or for getting mad he steals my socks.
Where does this leave me? Tired, but very entertained. They have to both deal with my snoring. Fair trade.
