When I can't sleep...

I went to bed at an early time last night, but found I could not sleep because of the pain in my knee. This despite the fact that I had just taken a paracetamol. Apparently it was not strong enough, so I got up and took one of those heavy duty pills, even though I had been avoiding doing that. Eventually, it did the trick and I fell asleep, only to wake up two hours later because I had to go to the toilet, which was my own fault. I drank a tall glass of lemonade before I went to sleep because I was so thirsty.

 

I had also been bit by a mosquito and the itching was keeping me awake, but now that I have scratched it enough, it has stopped bothering me. It is not like that time when I got bit by that spider and I knew about it for a long while. I've still got a band aide over that spot. It was the second time in my life I got bit by a spider and I still have a scar from the first time. That one happened in Boston, but I don't know what kind of spider that was. It could have been a black widow.

 

I keep almost tripping over the animals, who insist on following me wherever I go, and normally this would not be a problem, but I think if I were to trip now, I would be in big trouble. I don't know what magic they think I am going to perform when I go somewhere in the apartment, but apparently they expect something from me. I think that since I have put them on a dry kibble diet, they still hope there will be something from a can. It's not as if the dry kibbles are not the best there are.

 

They are both seated at my feet now, looking at me expectantly. I suppose I will have to get up and see what it is that they want and I will have to pull a monkey out of my sleeve. It will be something that is impossible for me to deliver anyway.

 

I am terribly hungry because I forgot to eat that sandwich before I went to bed last night and now my stomach is growling. I am having visions of food served buffet style on a long table from which I could take whatever I want, although I think my eyes would be bigger than my stomach. I will get over this fantasy as soon as I have eaten something. It is the pangs of hunger that make me fantasize so. It's a good thing that I can't give into this and that there is nothing that decadent in the apartment.