What a crappy night.

My husband stayed home yesterday because he was feeling under the weather... which is fine with me. Late at night he takes some nefarious form of Ny-Quil or what have you, and he slips into a coma within 30 seconds and starts to snore. Really loud. I tried poking, turning his head, asking him to roll over, but he was too far gone to even realize I was there, so I ended up sleeping on the couch. I hate sleeping on the couch. Aside from the cats crawling over me all night - and getting in the trash can for a little added fun, I always feel all stiff afterwards. My bed was so comfy too, but the earth-shattering sounds emitting from the man weren't gonna let me sleep. Bah.
Aside from my general unruliness at being run out of bed, I'm in a good mood. Tweaked things around here a bit, yet again. It's closer to what I wanted originally, but I'm not finished yet. We'll see what happens.