I do realize I went to bed at 5 in the morning. I did drag my *** up to my room at 2:30- but it was so messy, and I had nothing better to do. So I put all my clothes on hangers, seperated them into 8 different categories, organizered those categories by the rainbow (ROY G BIV), and then took all the clothes already hanging in my closet out, sorted them, and the added them to the color organization of the other categories. Yeah. I don't know why I get so OCD on sleep meds. That's the only time in the world that I will happily clean my room. Spotless. And I enjoy it. I love the factory-line type work. Put one by one, shirts on the hangers. Take an item where it belongs, find another item there, bring it where it belongs, and repeat. Till 5 in the morning. I was jut forcing myself to lie down and I wasn't very tired when, making my bed, and Steve texts me that he just woke up in his dark living room. I respond immediately, he is (genuinely) confused as to why I am up at 5 in the morning. I go to sleep.
Get up late. Shower, have a strange craving for cake. Feel slightly nauseas anyways. Make lemon cake. Play COD. Eat a lot of cake. Take a nap. Eat more cake. Burn dinner. Eat dinner regardless. Watch ferrets play. Pull ferrets out of cupboard with chemicals in it. Again. Eat more cake. Play more COD. Drive Steve home. Am immediately lonely. Smell bad. Eat more cake. Drink juice. Am tired. Farmville it up. Get mad when Farmville freezes. Going to bed.
Oh, and if you were wondering (Well, you weren't, but anyways), my guinea pig is balding at a much slower rate, but that's still not good. His morale is still as high as ever. Big dark eyes, I don't want to stress him out anymore than I need too. I care about him, and I want to help so badly, but everything is risky. He's just a little guy. I want him happy and safe. I'm going to put neosporin on his bald patch tonight, to keep it clean and help it heal, and to help moisturize it. It's very dry. And my lizard is doing fab. She's chasing those little crickets around and is finally getting mad when I spritz her nose with water. Though two minutes later, she is happily lapping it up. She's climbing up the cage walls. Testing her boundaries. She's pretty- I love to talk to her and have her not look back at me. But know that she can hear me. She's fine though, so my efforts have to be on Pippie right now. I love them both, and my fishie, and my boys; my ferrets. And I'm going to take care of everyone. They depend on me and I am trustworthy. I am their lifeline. I am their mommy.