It's lies, I tell you, all lies. Don't believe DG, he's just making it up!
Oh. Shit. Wait. You mean he didn't say anything?
Uh. Nevermind, carryon.
Apparently ... and this was after I opened my eyes and realized I'd passed out cold onto my laptop and it was cussing at me at binary ... after I went to bed, DG shifted, and it startled the sleeping me.
Apparently ... I snapped upright and screamed, one of those throaty warpath everyonedies screams, and turned on him. "Feral," and I quote.
Apparently I scared the shit out of him.
And then, some minutes later, without ever focusing on him or answering him, I laid back down and went back to sleep.
*I* don't believe this. *I* don't remember shit. I'd honestly believe he was making it up ... if he didn't look so freakin startled while he was asking me about it.
(Jon says I looked like this every time he woke me up, however, his memory must be faulty and therefore he's not an acceptable witness for the prosecution.)
The leg is HURTING him today. Right on schedule.
He tried getting up, didn't last long, so I had to get up and make sure he was fed so we could dump pain pills into him.
Of course, that means I still haven't gotten nearly enough sleep, so we're working ourselves into some serious fucking sleep deprivation now.
I need an assistant.
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