Realizations of a slave...
Tonight I made a horrifying realizatioin: I am a slave.
There I was, sleeping in front of my computer with my headphones on and BAM! I was wide awake in a second and up and in the kitchen heating up a bottle before I even realized that I'd moved.
I am such a slave to the egg. He wasn't even really crying, just making that half-questioning noise that precedes the really big yowls that pierce right through you and make you want to cry.
I guess I'm like one of Pavlovs dogs. That boy's got me trained and trained good. Hm.
There I was, sleeping in front of my computer with my headphones on and BAM! I was wide awake in a second and up and in the kitchen heating up a bottle before I even realized that I'd moved.
I am such a slave to the egg. He wasn't even really crying, just making that half-questioning noise that precedes the really big yowls that pierce right through you and make you want to cry.
I guess I'm like one of Pavlovs dogs. That boy's got me trained and trained good. Hm.
