cardinal directions

For years, I've slept with my head pointed North. Now, my head is pointing East. What does it mean? Nothing, probably. Cows like to sleep lined up North-South. It's referred to as magnetic alignment. Therefore... I was a cow. And now I'm not. The science is clear. 

I could be again. 

I'm probably not magnetically aligned. I used to get hopelessly lost before I started taking my medication. This means it's most likely that I was just bad at paying attention to where I was going. 

So far I don't feel any different. Except this bed feels too big for me. Maybe I'll get the cot out of the shed. Rugged canvas on a narrow metal frame. Barely enough room for my stuffed animals. 

I am weary.  

Not being a cow is surprisingly tiring. 

Its udderly exhausting 

Pups

Bun-Bun isn't feeling well. The medication for her condition usually makes her more hungry, except for the occasional waves of nausea, during which she refuses to eat anything. 

It's pretty rare these days. Still, it troubles me. This dog loves food as much as I do, so I know she's gotta be feeling pretty crummy to not even eat treats. I did get her to eat a little peanut butter. 

I also gave her some Pepto Bismol (the secret ingredient is bismuth, atomic number 83, a post-transition metal! It's also got some hydrogen-oxygen-carbon slapped on there, but we all know who the star is.)

Holy hell it's late. I moved a bunch of stuff today. Helped some people. Helped my mom with her speech, and I wished her a happy birthday. 

I am ready for bed. 

Maybe I'll dream of my loved ones. 

days go by

Every day I see beautiful things. 

Every night I dream of them. 

It's why I stay awake so late. 

It's why I oversleep.