Lazying on the couch, the mixed sound of an excited baby, and Devendra Branhart pumping out of the laptop I set down at 7:35. I roll over a little on the couch, a ping of pain radiating out from the lower back. A good chunk of me doesn’t want to wake up, so at 2:44 I lull myself into another coma-sleep. The tunes end, and the baby is still making her happy noise. I can see her poke her head out of the doorway, though the soft padding of Krystal’s feet was a definite change—so I woke up even though I didn’t have to. Mostly out of paranoia that there is a fight storming from the event horizon. But luckily I dodge that bullet by dashing after the little one; who is all too happy to see her uncle moron.
Somewhere between picking her up, and changing her diaper we both come to the joint realization to eat. So I sit her in her chair, and let her mum do her thing. Dan wakes up not too long after, still shaking off the remnants of sleep. As if waking up from a deep carbonite free his eyes bat a little bit, wiping out the sleep that collected in the corner.
Which brings us to now, at the current time I sit awake prepped to go off on another adventure, hopefully something that can glean a little bit of excitement. However, the day is going down the shitter, my stupid wank of a sister-in-law makes it increasingly difficult for me not to drop kick her off the balcony. But don’t forget the trade mark “YO MOMMA!” while I do it.