Poor Rollie.
April 8th 2009
I had a really bad day, starting with me sleepwalking at some point in the night. I apparently got out of bed, and carefully removed everything from my bedside table and stacked it on the floor. This included a lamp, a glass of water, several books, and a necklace.
I remember having a dream fragment last night where I was stacking plates, and I vaguely remember kind of waking up and thinking that one stack of plates felt like my bedside lamp. I just thought I was dreaming.
I only ever sleepwalk when I am feeling stressed out.
Then, this morning after breakfast on my way to the shower, I stepped on Rollie. He screamed, and then Tia freaked out and attacked me in a fit of misplaced aggression. So I had bloody scratches all down my leg too, and a bottle brush for a cat, who after attacking me had a good go at Rollie.
Speaking of Rollie, in a lighter note, on the weekend my mum gave me a bunch of baby clothes that used to be mine. We don’t have the baby yet, so Rollie and Tia have been standing in as baby analogues.
Rollie purred the entire time I filmed this. The part where Chris fixes his bonnet kills me.
Anyhow, I hope tomorrow is better.