Problem

Another sleepless night is rolling by, as usual, and I have a big problem.

I need to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, but Sabrina is asleep in my lap. There is no way for me to get up without waking her, and she is so adorable when she's sleeping... I've woken her before when I've needed to get up, and she always gives me that "You son of a bitch, I was sleeping" look that breaks me down everytime.

Frankly, this is one of those moments where I wish I was awake having profound thoughts and thustly putting them down in my new blog. But as it is, I am instead documenting for posterity my wish to pee without disturbing my cat. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll move to the foot of the bed soon.

I guess while I'm on the subject, NO, I do not know why I can't sleep. I just feel slightly ill at ease, as if there is a great disturbance in the Force. It's not as if I'm doing anything profound or constructive. I finished my homework, so I watched WALL-E as it was recently mentioned in a friend's FB note. And I have to admit it; I did get a little misty when I thought WALL-E was 'gone' after Eve fixed him. It was the same tug of the heart strings I feel when I watch the last few minutes of The Iron Giant.

I guess the only thing to do now is to decide whether to wake her and pee or try to sleep. I'll go with option A. Damn it.