Early Bird Gets The.....

Early nights = Early mornings.
After fattening up real good, I passed out on the couch around 8pm.
I was only woken up 3 times during the night.
Once when the dog did an Olympic hurdle over me... well attempted hurdle because she landed right on my stomach, scaring the living shit out of me.
Then 2 other times by my brothers slapping me in the face. Thankfully they were about 10 minutes apart and didn't wake me up completely.
I do have a vague-ish memory of singing Happy Birthday to my brother but that could all be a dream. Along with my dreams about Jay-Z wanting to come back to Cairo with us.
Gotta check the dream book about that one.
Jay-Z appearing in my dreams seems to be a reoccuring thing these days.
Maybe I was meant to be a rapper.
Good thing I got these Alife's then huh?
Nothing is more hip hop than 2 different colored sneakers, two plaid shirts covering an American Indian shirt, and a leather jacket.
How fuckin gangsta can one dude be?? I mean really.

Pretty much a lazy day thus far.
Woke up super early. Around 430 or 5. Had a nice little waking up chat.
Then laid around waiting for mother and father to arise from their slumbers.

Showed them all the videos and photos from Doha and Cairo.
They seemed to be really fascinated and loving it all.
Then a big breakfast with TONS of bacon. God I missed bacon. Real bacon.
Deeeeee-Lish.

Could be the owner of a BlackBerry in a few minutes.
Black Friday.... let's do the damn thing.