squeefulfish | (no subject)

It's no secret that my sleep pattern isn't. Last three nights though, SandyDog has taken to waking me up every hour or so so she can go outside. Poor thing is not at all well, but why she wakes me and not, say, Martha - in whose bed she sleeps! - is beyond me. Lost track of the number of times last night she woke me, and while I'd prefer to be woken than wake up to a present in the hall, after 3 nights it's a bit wearying. In many senses. So today is being punctuated by random outbursts, teariness and general mood swinginess. Sticking this down in the hope that I'll remember that sleep deprivation makes me angry. And how!