Avoid contact with face

I'm feeling closer to crappy than anything else. I think it's because I slept all day. When I sleep all day I tend to have long, frustrating dreams and wake up covered in sweat, so I should probably stop making it a habit.

And now I've got a long, wakeful night to look forward to. I might go to the Naam and drink carrot juice while I read a book meant for children, but it's more likely that I'll stay in my pajamas and fight with my dog for space on the bed.

My dog. I was talking on the phone today and watched her catch and eat a fly with gecko-like dexterity. I don't know what it is with the flies in this house. It's winter, all the bugs should be dead, but here I am with insects the size of Jeff Goldblum landing on my bagel just as I go to bite it, and that could be enough to keep me not eating bagels for the rest of my life. Plus, a week ago I killed one of the Brundel-Flies myself, and it splattered into something very like oatmeal. Conclusion: They are targeting my appetite.

This isn't really going anywhere. I feel like my posts should probably be more self-contained and less mad, like little stories that stand alone and manage in a subtle way to cast me in a very positive light. But that would involve effort and lying.

Now I want another bagel.