Interesting conversation with my little husband tonight. Apparently I've been snoring alot lately and also, he mentioned that at times he's worried that I've stopped breathing.
I'm trying to figure out why he waited so long to tell me.
I think he wants me dead.
And not just because he neglected to tell me that I'm not breathing at night. I told him about a brake light that comes on when I take quick left turns. He told me to quit taking quick left turns.
I wonder. Should my first call tomorrow morning be to the doctor for a sleep apnea study, the car mechanic, or to our insurance agent, to find out how big the policy on me has gotten?
So, this might explain why I'm so fucking tired all the damn time.
10:21 p.m. - October 18, 2006
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