I got the mojo (programatically speaking) going last night and just tore up the site and did a bunch of other work. So as a result, I was up 'til 6 AM. What can I say? When I get going really well, I just can't stop. That sort of stuff is too good to waste.
So this morning as Matt was leaving (he kept annoying me to see if his outfit matched … though in my exhausted state, I probably would have told him that a wet suit with a tutu looked good) he asked me what time I wanted the alarm set for and I stupidly said 10. So at 10, I got up! Urgh. I'm determined to stay up so I'll be tired at the proper time. I hate doing the night owl thing for too long. I hate being on weird sleep patterns and I miss snuggling up next to Matt.

It's Saturday morning and I'm busy enjoying myself and doing … well not much. I found this super-addictive game last night called
I decided to take my camera with me when I took May out for her evening walk. She's a rotten subject. Sure she's cute and all, but she practically refuses (in her doggy way) to look at the camera or to stay still or to sit or do anything. Still, 50 photos or so later, I got a few good shots. Does anyone remember what we did before digital cameras??
They've been sooo good lately. We cut 'em in half and make little balls out of the meat (which is the proper term, but it's never sounded quite right to me) using one of those melon ballers. That way we've got a ton of watermelon ready for consumption. I hate cutting up watermelon.