sleeping with the dog

Wow. I have been driven to the basement. Hanging out with Rocko at 1 AM, driven out by the snoring after about an hour of decent sleep. Lisa will probably wake up with a bruise from getting poked and shoved by me (in vain attempts to rouse her enough to stop snoring).

Eventually I had to leave, as I was getting the urge to smack her. Normally I'd just go out to the living room, but here Ruth's hospital bed is out there and she is sleeping soundly. I hope I didn't wake her when I opened the cellar door; it seemed like the best option at the time. Too loud in the bedroom, gotta pee, need a smoke - go downstairs with th' dog and pee outdoors. I'll probably sleep on the floor when I crash.

My right shoulder is hurting like crazy, which doesn't help. It's been a bit irritated internally since I used the leaf blower a few days back, but tonight it's a bitch. Oh well. This too shall pass.