I slept between two hot boys last night.
It was not as fun as it sounds.
By boys I mean Leonard and Sheldon.
By hot I mean they produce way too much body heat.
The first thing that you need to know about me is that I hate being hot. When I'm hot I'm miserable, and when I'm miserable, I'm cranky. It's not a great trait to have anywhere, but least of all when one is living, quite literally, in the 7th layer of hell. We have 2 weeks of winter here and the rest of the year is 'Oh. muh. GAWD. My face is melting off' hot. Which I believe throughly justifies my constant crankiness.
That being said, the second thing that you need to know about me (which relates to the first thing) is that I can NOT sleep if I'm the least bit hot. I sleep with 2 fans blowing. It use to be 3, but one died on me this winter...yes, I even have them running in the winter. I do this to produce the perfect temperature for optimal sleep...and to drown out noise. You see, I MUST sleep curled up in my queen sized velour blanket. So it has to be extra cool in my room.
So, last night Leonard and Sheldon slept with me.
In my imagination I had this blissful picture of me, curled up underneath my blanket with my sweet little puppies tucked in beside me.
In reality...sleeping between them is like sleeping between two space heaters.
Leonard constantly wants underneath and then out of the covers.
Sheldon is a bed hog. At one point he stretched out as far as he could, on his back in the middle of the bed, while I slept huddled against the headboard, clinging to a small corner of my queen sized blanket.
Leonard is going to sleep on someone at some point, no matter how that person/dog feels about it.
When you're between them you're not going to want to move because they look so cute.
They both snore. Loudly. (I can't sleep in the same room with snorers).
Long, sleepless, uncomfortable night.
...and then, this afternoon, I get yet another instance of stupidity and error from my university...I'm sure I'll get another "It was sent in error" response....*sigh*....Everyday, I hope more and more that the Zombie Apocalypse will begin (after my boots get here)...I know how it will begin...but I'll leave that story for another time.