what could i accomplish if i were to become an insomniac?
The couch is not fun. My mother told me that it would be my grandma that would wake me up early. She was wrong. It was her that did. Then I'm bordering on sleep and being awake, and she comes to the couch, moves my feet so I'm all bunched up and sits down to read the newspaper. Ahhhh. I guess it's good to sometimes wake up early. It gives me more time to do..well..nothing.

I want chicken, I want liver, meow mix meow mix please deliver. Actually, no. Catfood is the last thing I want right now. The little jingle is stuck in my head. I have to go get dressed. My grandma is taking us to Perkins for breakfast. I haven't had an omelette in quite some time. Bye!

Posted by Maleta at 8:59 a.m.