Mugi Won't Allow Sleep

I know I have been gone for what feels like forever but I swear, I had nothing to write. Okay, so I had a couple of different ideas for this blog but nothing seemed worthy of the page so I just kept to myself for a bit and now that I have stories to tell I think I will just upload them... either in one sitting as I have nothing else to do at the moment, or just in separate days if I should still have nothing to do.


I'm going to get to those other stories later but let's start with this one. About four years ago, I met a guy online who is now my boyfriend of six months. Well, he got me Mugi and has officially come to live in the apartment he has been paying for so he's in town. Needless to say, I never met him in person before and I'm learning to love everything about him face to face that I love about him over webcam. Anyway, he went to sleep long before I did last night and I had nothing to do but play Diablo 3 and just sit around until I finally got sleepy.


Now, before I continue I should say I had a habit of keeping the fluffy ball of energy, in the room boyfriend is occupying, which means Mugi was my sleeping partner last night.


This didn't go well. She slept up until I decided that I was ready to sleep and then it was time to fly around the house, crashing into things and being an idiot. Normally I wouldn't really mind the noise but since I'm not sure of my man's sleeping habits, I was a little edgier with her than normal. I was literally up every hour of the night, it didn't take any moving from her to wake me and I'm certain the deflating of my air mattress is contributing to my lack of sleep.


I can't stand a floppy feeling air mattress.


I paused in the middle of writing this to look up Japanese futon mattresses. Anything would be better than this horrible air mattress. Boyfriend is sleeping on something that looks less comfortable than this but he's not complaining so... I guess he's fine!


But back to my cat... and how I hate her and love her. After keeping me up all hours of the night, scratching my favorite pillows, and just being a pain, she has crashed next to me and this is after slicing through my hand when I tried to stop her from scratching everything. She's sleeping... now that I'm not trying to sleep anymore.


I don't even.


Again, since I'm not sure how deep a sleeper he is, it's not like I can just watch TV... then again, I could watch stuff on my iPhone, headphones and such or do the same with my laptop I suppose. 

Why would I want to do that when I can browse through five thousand different channels? 


Yeah, watching stuff online sounds much more preferable. I have given up sleeping... just three, or almost two, more hours until he gets up and I won't feel so crazy anymore.


To all the sleeping readers, enjoy that sweet luxury.