Or him.

Eh, either way, this morning was really weird.

I was in la-la land dreaming away at 4am when my alarm went off. I hit it and Steve says to me, “aren’t you going to get up?”

And then I bit him.

Haha not kidding. I distinctly remember biting him but I don’t think I did it hard, he kind of laughed and said, “what did you bite me for!?” I said, “oh, sorry, I thought you were a doberman.”

I was so dreaming about dobermans. It was totally weird, they were running at me and were biting me on the legs and junk. I can’t remember why they were all over me though. I remembered this morning, but not anymore.

I slept maybe another few minutes and when the alarm went off again (or maybe after it went off another four times) I got up. As I was heading downstairs, I said, “sorry about biting you, where did I bite you anyway?” He laughed again and said, “on my arm.”

“Oh, good, I thought it was your forehead.”

Later in the afternoon I asked Steve what he’d done to me (had he hit me, rolled over, had I rolled over, etc) to get bitten and he couldn’t even remember it! So I had to run through the whole story all over again for him. Sheesh.

I am trying to decide if I have finally topped his getting electrocuted in his sleep dream now… now that was funny…

Man, it’s only 10.30pm? I feel like it’s about 3.00 am…