For whatever reason, this whole weekend, Ryan woke me up while I was in the middle of sleeping for no good reason. For instance, today he couldn’t sleep so he lays there and finally decides that his boredom might be cured by talking to me. So what does he do? He asks me if I am “awake.” Well, the funny thing about that is, no-I-wasn’t-thank-you-very-much but now that he’s spoken, I am and that makes me very unhappy. I not so kindly pointed out that his plan was unwise, grumped a bit until he left and went back to sleep.