Well Coop has come through her surgery fine, although her foot looks like it lost a battle with a meat grinder. It's a little better this morning. The swelling has gone down and she is able to put more weight on her foot. Last night she spent most of her time hobbling about to the point where I re-dubbed her Sir Gimps A Lot. Today I've just shortened it to Gimpy. But she's doing well, so that's a relief.
Now if I could just get some sleep I'd feel a little more human. For the past two nights I've averaged about an hour a night. Unfortunately none of that was all together. I know I slept at some point Sunday night because I had a strange dream that I was being chased down by a street gang and ended up hiding in this crevice in the middle of the city while at the same time I had something going on with some hot blonde guy who was on the run with me. I'm not sure what developed there because my freakin' neighbor's car alarm went off and interrupted the dream. And this is no ordinary car alarm, let me tell you. It sounds like something that should be signifying the onslaught of a total alien invasion. It has about six different sounds it makes and none of them are even remotely pleasant. Worst of all, it takes the moron about 5 minutes to get out there and shut it off.
Then last night, more humidity, a pain in my hip that made it feel as if someone was jabbing me with a shiskabob stick all night and, yes, you guessed it, the stupid CAR ALARM constantly going off, kept me up all night. At one point I rolled over to find Cooper eyeballing me as if there had to be something I could do about it. I suggested we go on ebay and see if they were selling any rocket launchers that could be expressed delivered. Worst of it is, after the first two times the alarm went off, you'd think he would just turn the damn thing off completely. But no. Apparently that would have taken more brain power than this imbecile could muster.
Finally around 5 AM I fell asleep, just in time to have a dream that my car tires were slashed and I had to pay hundreds of dollars to replace them, but my parents refused to lend me the money because they said they spent it all on their kitchen, so I would just have to cancel my trip to Reno and get a second job. I kept screaming and cursing at the unfairness of it all and my mother kept telling me to watch my language. It was not a very fitful 50 minutes of slumber. At that point, I almost welcomed my radio alarm going off (a far more pleasant sound then the alien invasion car alarm).
So this morning my eyes feel as if they are burning out of my head and oh joy, I'm facing another day of uploading files to our Intranet. Woo hoo. At least I managed to draft and tag six more scenes for D&B (I've decided to tag my scenes as I go instead of waiting until after I finish writing them all out). That at least was productive.