Devon Dream Life

Sad sacks

Last night, Devon and I looked like a truck ran over us both.

I ran the hell home after school because I was so tired I could barely see straight.  I was fine, initially, then made the mistake of laying down while watching TV and fell asleep around 5:15.  I have an alarm on my phone that goes off at 6pm for my “medication” (AKA birth control) that went off so I turned that off, looked over and saw Devon’s eyes were closed, too, and apparently drifted off.

Devon nudged me around 6:50 and was like, “wake the hell up for dinner”.  He claims he fell asleep because I was asleep and he got bored.  But Devon doesn’t nap.  He hates it.  It usually makes him grumpy/grouchy and he just doesn’t unless his body forces him.  So if he fell asleep, it’s because he was tired.  Not because he was bored.

So we get up and start doing dinner things.  Neither of us is conscious enough to talk, so we basically communicate in shoulder tapping and pointing.  It was so bad.  But I got lucky in terms of dinner last night because mine was already made for me because Devon’s Gramma loves me.  Devon went over there for dinner while I was gone and she was apparently heartbroken, literally, that I wasn’t there (to the point that he’s getting jealous because I’m getting “too close” to favorite status with Gramma and that I might surpass him, which won’t happen; he’ll always be her baby that always took his diaper off and ran around the house because he hated wearing them).  So she made some of the dinner for Devon to bring home to me.  So I had a big ol’ meal of turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes.  It was delicious.  So, thank you, Gramma.

And when I went to sleep last night, I had the weirdest dream, ever.  Devon made an appointment with my doctor for, I don’t even know, a check up, I guess.  He wanted me to go with him.  But instead of us going together, i was meeting him there.  On the way there, I stop at some…store and leave my car right outside, as opposed to parking in an actual spot.  When I get back in, there is someone else in the driver’s seat, and I’m apparently fine with this, as I don’t question it.  They start driving and suddenly, I’m like being abducted or something and I don’t know where I’m going and all this weirdness.  I try to text Devon and they throw my phone out the window.  And…I…don’t know. I’m sure there’s some huge psychological explanation about control or something that would explain this, but I don’t know.  It was just weird.

I do look forward to going home and going to sleep again, hopefully to less odd dreams, though.  That would be nice.

OH! And we have cake here today.  It’s one of the admission ladies birthdays.  So we have cake.  So I’m excited.

Sleep and cake.  That’s my day for today.

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