uninhibited

perhaps being sleep-deprived is like being high, a state in which inhibitions fall away. how else can i explain my new found ability to create and tell stories on just about anything. i love to talk to Vehd. i talk about everything -- how he is feeding, what i am doing, and, when that runs out, i make up stories. so far, i have one about a tree, another one about the sparrows that have a nest outside of our kitchen door and a third one about penguins. added to narrating stories is my singing. i am now recalling songs from my middle school years and howling (i don't know what else you call my singing) them away to the little fellow. in the midst of one of my complete-out-of-tune serenades, Vehd started falling asleep and as he turned his eyes inward, it looked as though he was rolling them at me. i knew it was time to stop then. well, on that occassion at least!