He makes up for it by fetching me ice cream

It's beautiful outside right now. Which is funny, considering a tree fell on my coworker's house last night.

I just wrote an entire post about how I woke up at four in the morning with a thick pounding headache and how I had to throw back an entire bottle of Tylenol and prop myself upright in bed before I fell back asleep hours later. But I figured it would be very unkind of me to complain at length about my husband's steady, rhythmic, you-can-sing-along-to-it snoring, especially the kind of snoring that occurs mere seconds after he asks me if I need anything, like a drink of water or another pillow. So I am quickly complaining instead. It is incredibly unfair of the universe to pair me up with someone who falls asleep so easily, and who snores to boot.

I've been told I snore, but Phillip's never been awake to hear it. So it doesn't count.

(Also, I should point out that Phillip is not a scary snorer like, say, your dad. (Not my dad, no no!) He doesn't rattle the house or anything. He's just... like a ticking clock. beat beat SNORE beat beat SNORE beat beat SNORE. It's like a big flashy reminder that he is sleeping and I am not.)

So anyway. I am way cranky today. My head still hurts. I live with Sleepy McSnoresalot and some snotty lady hung up on me for absolutely no reason and I am thinking about how one day I will be home with a perfect napping baby and writing a blisteringly evil letter on my website to all the stinking rude people who were ever stinking rude to me while I was being a normal average completely-not-rude professional. Except I am probably going to have the devil child who never sleeps, just like his mother, and I will be begging the rude people to take me back.

Really, though. What is wrong with people?

Also, I am freaking annoyed at Microsoft right now, because I didn't realize that installing the updates, but choosing to restart my computer later meant that I would be visited by the Do You Want To Restart Yet? We Really Think You Should Restart Right This Second dialog box 100 times each hour, interrupting my extremely important train of thought. This is why Santa is bringing me a MacBook for Christmas. Well, Santa hasn't quite decided yet, and when he does, he will probably bring it to Phillip, but still. I should reap some fringe benefits, don't you think?

I really wish I could be more pleasant, but I think this is it for today. I'm no good without my preferred ten hours of sleep. And Phillip is already going to be cranky with me when he reads this on his cutesy little BlackBerry on the bus home and finds that not only did I advertise the snoring to the entire Internet, I also couldn't be bothered to figure out what we should have for dinner. And I'll be all, "There's three-day-old pizza in the fridge," and he'll be all, "Someone needs a nap," and then I'll be all, "TOO BAD I NEED A SOUND PROOFED ROOM TO TAKE A NAP."

See how I had to use 'bold' there because I was already using caps? This can't be good. Time to sign off.

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