So..

project "Reclaim Your Sleeping Patterns" has not turned out well..at least not yet. I tried with the vicious alarm clock and the naps..and I feel like a borderline case. Soon I will start harming little children, I already mistreat my plants in a scandalous way. And Boman has the nerve to babysit little shrimp-dog for his friend..hm..the little bugger has made a habit of sneaking into my room, crawl in under the sheets and make a tiny lump out of herself. I sat on her today, and she made the most pitiful of sounds. But what's most interesting is the social experimentation with my dear roommates feelings. He really really loves the shrimp-dog, but tries to hide it. And he really gets jealous (of me, not the dog) when she chooses to sleep in my bed, instead of his...he stands in the doorway and looks at her with dark sad eyes, and then he gives me this utterly bitter look, that automatically would give him the leading part in an Ingmar Bergman drama, if he would try out for it. He accuses me of corrupting shrimp dogs body and soul whenever he's not around, he thinks I give her treats and do whatnot to gain her favor, heh..he doesn't get the big secret. If he only knew. That dog is a really simple creature, and a certain kind of treatment applies to this particular brand of simple creatures. It's really easy...you just act as if you don't give a crap, aloof is the key, ignore the the critter and she licks your feet! Yes, I've seen this work with humanity too, only not to such extremes.
However, I felt merciful the other night, I threw her out, and I knew the little tramp would not choose the sofa, but make it for the second best choice, Bomans bed. He looked very smug today and gave me triumphant glances, I pretended ignorance.

Yeah..going for sainthood soon...