8 Hours of sleep over 2 days, 1 hour of Price is Right, 2 insane cats and 1 functioning Gram.

Right now that's my idea of heaven. Especially last night's Price is Right. The grand winner? A total frat boy who was a mouth breather. My Gram couldn't figure out why that shit was cracking me up. Actually, I'm not sure why I found it to be that funny. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation.

Tonight I'm gonna sleep like I've never slept before. Awww yeah. I figure it's safe to stay at my place tonight after spending last night with Gram. It's odd to sleep elsewhere. Mum made me take her bed last night and we confused the fuck out of my grandmother. Nice eh? The woman has a stroke and we decide to play musical bedrooms. Welcome to my family. We're mean even when we're trying to be nice!

I think I'm gonna wrestle with my cats when I get home.
Maybe this time they'll let me win.