Sleep deprivation creates a zombie sub.

Yes, it seems that these OLDER FOLKS around here don't need as much SLEEP as this YOUNGUN does...mmmmhmmmm. Last night, Pete says he had to do some work, but he would take a break in a short while to come in and tuck me in for bed, and possibly have a little nooky. I figured I could go lay down for a bit, but I had NO IDEA just how tired I really was, and after waiting about an hour or so, I figured Pete got absorbed in his work and forgot about coming in to tuck me in...so I pretty much zonked right out......and about 4 or 5 hours later, in the middle of the night, suddenly Pete is there, he scared me to death by waking me up, and then proceeded to maul me. Needless to say, I was NOT happy.

That's the first time in my whole life I've ever had middle-of-the-night nooky. I gotta say, I'm REALLY not a big fan of it. Plus the fact that he gets HIS orgasm, and then says, "Now it's your turn," but I didn't feel like sleeping the rest of the night in a wet spot, so I told him not to bother, skip it. As I watched him get settled in and close his eyes, I lay there wide awake, watching him sleep, ready to claw his eyeballs out of his head. I was sexually frustrated, but too tired to have any relief, and annoyed about the whole thing.

Then a few hours later, his alarm clock goes off, and I'm like, "WTF?! You've GOT to be kidding me," when he rolls over and starts kissing on me again. GOOD GOD MAN!! LET ME SLEEP!! It's my only day OFF this week, ya know! Then as I am telling him this, my dog starts to heave like she's going to hurl, so of course I leap out of bed to run down the stairs and take her outside before she loses it, but 3 stairs later, BAM, she hurls all over the damned place. GRRRRRR. Stupid dog eats grass. Makes her puke. I hate that. She hasn't done that in a long time, but when she does I'm USUALLY able to get her outside before she does. Not this time. So that's how I woke up this morning, and I was SO GROUCHY I told Pete I was leaving, I slammed the door, went down to MY OWN BED and went back to sleep.

I think Pete agrees, a grouchy subbie in the morning is no fun. So, we'll have to tweak the timing of the nooky and make it happen BEFORE he goes to work in the evenings, otherwise he can just jack off at his desk while looking at porn, like I caught him doing once last week....ahem....I didn't say a word, but boy oh boy did I think a lot of rather heated things. I really am starting to wonder if he's some kind of sex addict or something. I mean hey, I need TIME to GET HORNY, between sex moments, ya know?? He is apparently horny all the damned TIME or something, I don't know. I thought I was some kind of crazed nympho, having my twice a week with Peter in DC, but nooooo, Pete's got me beat. I just cannot keep up with him.

Ah well. Then his friend Vixen calls me up and wants me to go with her to a Penguins hockey game next week. I have to work 7:30-3:00 that day, so I told her I'd go home, take a short nap, and be ready to go by 6....however, she said that she'll be here to pick me up at 4:30 so we can go have dinner first. I'm like, "WTF?! I NEED A NAP!" But noooo, she's one of those fellow sleep deprivers that I'm apparently surrounded by here in Pittsburgh. I don't know if there's something weird in the water here or what, but I think I am the only person around here who actually enjoys snoozing. I need 7-8 hours in order to function properly, but Pete only needs 4 hours. It's crazy.

Maybe he LIKES a zombie-like subbie, I don't know. Maybe Vixen LIKES a zombie-like buddy to snore next to her while she watches a hockey game...I don't know. But both of them are killin' me slowly!! I have been drinking COFFEE and diet Coke, just to keep up with them...waking up with caffeine hangovers...crashing earlier and earlier every day from it. I'm really having a hard time being on the go all the time, my aches and pains are getting worse, my stomach is nauseous a lot, I feel out of control. It's very unsettling to me. I need calmness, nothingness, sleep, taking my time, going slow....that's what I'm used to.

So this coming weekend is the wedding I'm attending in Detroit, to play my flute. I hope to God I can practice with the pianist and the singer before the damned thing starts. We have to drive 7 hours to get there, attend a dinner Saturday night, then of COURSE Pete will sleep deprive me with nooky all night...ahem...then the wedding is on Sunday, the reception in the evening, and then I'll be mauled all night again by Pete of course, and then we wake up early and drive all the way back to the 'burgh on Monday...sooo yeah, I'm gonna be tired from all this stuff.

Ah well, they say you can sleep when you're dead, but I'm really on my way to zombie death I think, so BE GENTLE WITH ME DAMMIT!!! Otherwise you risk being around a grouchy zombie-like subbie all the time. Leave this YOUNG SUBBIE GIRL ALONE ya couple of OLD, SLEEP DEPRIVING POOPS!! hehehehe

Love, Sassy Girl