I went to bed last night around 11:30. I think I probably fell asleep around 1, but I can’t say for sure. Laila Jo has taken to falling asleep on my chest and for whatever reason, it’s been a LONG time since I’ve fallen asleep whilst on my back. Laila Jo used to hang out on my chest for about ten minutes and then peace out when she was all done purring. But the last few nights I think she’s been actually falling asleep.
No idea why I need to be on my stomach to fall asleep – probably some weird Freudian thing about being exposed or something. Whatever. I’ve been meaning to put together a post all about how I can’t fall asleep on my back anymore, but not only does it not seem that interesting (and I’m not all that worried about it), there’s really not much more to say than that: I haven’t fallen asleep on my back in a LONG time.
If you’re just joining the discussion, dear reader, Laila Jo is my friend Christine’s cat, for whom I’m sitting until Christine finds a new apartment. It’s been a few months and I’ve grown quite attached to the little furball.
There seems to be a proliferation of comments on facebook this evening centered around the “captcha” link verification codes. So far, I’ve seen “Autopsy Charging”, “Ramadan” and “Hitler’s Karate”. Any idea what gives? I guess I’ll just have to wait for tomorrow’s Mashable post.
Any thoughts in the meantime? Sign of the coming apocalypse? 2012? Goat-staring?