WTF!?! I woke up at around midnight last night and noticed Jake wasn't in bed. I figured he was messing around on the computer and went out to nag him back to bed. I walked into the den and didn't see his head over the TV. Not on the couch or in the kitchen either. I walked over to his desk and found him on the floor, spread eagle with the trash can between his legs. I panicked. I freaked. I yelled out his name and shook him. He was... asleep. On the floor. When he woke up I was relieved.

Me: Jake!
Jake: Wha?
Me: You're ON THE FLOOR?
Jake: She didn't mind.
Me: Honey, you... hold up. SHE? She who?
Jake: (waking up more) What? Who?
Me: You said 'SHE'. Who is 'SHE'?
Jake: Huh?
Me: Get up and get to bed. Jeesh...

You just KNOW we're going to continue this conversation tonight.

Jake arrived home yesterday around 2pm. He stopped by my work to get the house keys and looked pretty tired. I guess you really CAN'T go home again. He didn't sleep well and couldn't wait to leave. I was hoping he'd have a better time. Don't get me wrong, he enjoyed seeing his family and all. It's just that he couldn't wait to get back where his cell phone had reception and there was DSL for the computer. It's funny how you can live your whole life in a small town and the minute you see what else is out there you suddenly feel deprived. Heh.

Yeah, so last night I was sound asleep when the bedroom lights flashed on. It scared the shit out of me. I shot up in bed to see Jake, peering out the bedroom door and then close it. He turned the lights off, then on again and opened the door... peeking out. I was thoroughly freaked out. After asking if he was dreaming he looked confused, then said 'Yeah I guess so' before turning off the lights and going back to bed. I got up to open the door and walked around, just in case he was hearing something. I swear I'm going to tie him to the bed at night. Oy...

Just a few of the things that I have been going through this week. The fan for my heatsink died, leaving me computerless for a couple of days. I was not amused. I've been getting ready for my pre-op appointments next week so it added to the 'not so happy' phase. Hopefully those will go well and I will be on my way to a healthier me.

Oh, and last night I got a rude awakening from my boyfriend. There I was, sleeping like a baby when Jake stumbles to the bathroom. A few minutes later he stumbles back in and plops down on my bad knee. You know, the one I've already had surgery on ONCE? Yeah, so anyway... I kicked him off the bed with my other leg and he starts griping at me. I'm in a fetal position trying to breath and he's bitching about being kicked onto the floor. I should have kicked him in the head. :P