This morning Anya woke me up sometime between 5 and 6, as usual. I was falling asleep even as I opened her can of food and dumped it onto the plate, but instead of going back to bed after I'd fed her, some part of me decided to eat a bowl of cereal. I got out the Wheat Chex, the milk, the bowl, etc., but when I sat down to eat, I opened my eyes and saw that I was holding a fork, poised and ready, over the cereal. A fork. I'd also gotten out a butter knife to go along with the fork.
Sometimes I wonder where my brain goes when I'm sleepy.
Friday, September 2, 2011
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To a Texas steakhouse, obviously.
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