Me So Sleepy

Thank god my parents are coming tonight to spend the weekend with me and the dog. That's right. I'm so ticked off at him, I don't think I want to use his actual name at the moment. Instead, for the time being, I will be referring to him as Dr. Satan. Never has there been a more perfect nickname for something. He's a terror. That is certainly something I have not kept a secret. You see movies where the anti-Christ comes in the form of little children accompanied with disturbing soundtracks. Well, I'm living with my own little bundle of anti-Christ. Dr. Satan sleeps while I'm at work. I play with him when I get home but that's not good enough. Dr. Satan does not allow me to sleep at night. He's awake so I should be too. You can blame the full moon or whatever crap you want to since god forbid you blame that dog but it's true. He is the dog of the devil and I'm running on very little sleep here. It depresses me to think that I've only had this dog for five months. I haven't slept in five months. It has felt like a lifetime and to think that I have another good fifteen more years with him.