I thought the narcolepsy phase was over, dammit. But yesterday around 2:30 I found myself nodding off at work. When I finally got home, I crawled into bed, read one chapter of my book, and zonked for an hour and a half.

I only got up at six because Matt woke me, in fact. I can remember feeling pretty irritable when he came in. Can't he see I'm asleep? Why doesn't he go away until I've had a decent nap? He's usually nicer than this. And then he told me what time it was, and I thought, Oh. Guess I did get a nap.

I seriously considered only getting up long enough to get undressed and then going back to bed, but by the time I sat up, my stomach was reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat for at least two hours.

Hungry and sleepy. Maybe the Particle is having a growth spurt. I mean, I thought pretty much the whole last six months of gestation was one long growth spurt (the first three being not so much growth as new construction) but for all I know, that growth comes in waves. It could explain why some days I'm ready to eat whole cows, and other days I pick at side salads.

I didn't pay very much attention to the chat and Hall session last night, either.

Barron - Matt's whacko officemate - had recommended a new online comic to him. (The link is in the sidebar.) Matt shared the link, and I chortled. And then went back into the archives. I almost fell over laughing a few times.

Mmm.... Sarcasm...

And for some reason, every single comic featuring the cat made me nearly hysterical.

But don't go look unless you really like very dark and bitter humor.

This is the second comic that I've started reading on Barron's recommendation. (The first was Goats, which is too surreal to explain.) It worries me that I'm taking Barron's suggestions and enjoying them... One more, and I think I have to voluntarily check myself into a mental hospital or something.

--Liz