Okay, so it's been a couple of days since the foxes started patronizing my porch for their lunch. There's two of them, a boy and a girl. The girl has a notch taken out of her ear, like something bit her and didn't want to let go. The boy is intact, but a little more trusting, I think. He actually walked up and let me pet him. I was stunned. he ran the hell away with the girl fox immediately after, but still. I got to pet him. It was so awesome. I could comment on urban encroachment and animals not being afraid of people and blah blah blah. But I don't care because I got to pet a fox, which is my favorite animal ever.
Sleep weirdness hasn't occurred lately, unless you count the lack of sleep as weird. Which I don't, really. Not any more. Although I did wake up feeling pain, and I noticed there were some scratches on my back in the mirror. I must have accidentally brushed up against some fixtures at work, I guess. I've done that before. I swear that store is bloodthirsty. Or I'm abusing myself in my sleep, but even though I'm flexible enough to reach my back I doubt I'd be doing that to myself while unconscious. At least I hope not. They weren't deep enough to really warrant concern, and I heal pretty quick anyway.
Makes me happy I never remember my dreams, either. I'm sure that would make this blog a hell of a lot more entertaining, but every time I wake up I got nothing. Maybe if I remember anything I'll post it. Turn this into an insomnia/dream journal blog, like there aren't enough of those on the internet.
Anyway, I'm tired enough to try sleeping now. Wish me luck!