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One of my biggest annoyances is when someone has you on speakerphone without telling you. I feel like it’s performing in front of people, and I would rather the ground open up and drag me straight to hell than perform in front of people.

I literally dropped classes in college that involved and type of oral presentations, especially solo ones.

Apparently, I have issues.

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I slept so poorly last night that I felt like a zombie all day. This is funny (or not so funny) because Tom has what I believe is sleep apnea so he should be the one sleeping terribly…which he does except his manifests in tossing and turning, flailing, snoring, choking, and talking which in turn keeps waking me up.

There was one time that I was reading to Merle in our bed and he was already asleep because he had to get up really early.

Anyway, he was snoring and exhaled with a little wheeze and choking sound then Merle looked at me with huge eyes and asked, “did he just die?” which sounds totally morbid, but he actually didn’t inhale again for 20 seconds (I counted), and that was accompanied a huge flail of every limb as his body panicked.