And he thinks I'm illogical ...

comradexavier has this horrible tendency to insist that I not go to bed before one o'clock when he is around. Last night at about 11:30 when I professed sleepiness he "reminded" me that I "can't" go to bed until one o'clock. I'm used to this, but I still don't understand it. There was probably a reason at some point, but we don't remember it.

He uses various tactics to keep me awake--he's had to do this before, as I'm often tired before one in the morning--but this was, I think, the most insiduous yet. Until then I'd been sitting on the couch and he'd been lying on me (he said I made a good pillow, which was fine because I thought he made a good blanket) and all was well. But then he turned the TV to what I not-so-fondly refer to as The Jesus Channel. I protested, of course, but he only laughed at me.

"It's just a Billy Graham sort of guy," he said. "That's not so bad."

"Yes, but--" I said, and the TV guy said, "Call the number on your screen now and you can start a personal relationship with Jesus ... " so Matthew said, "Does that mean Jesus will answer the phone?"

I laughed, but his attempts at humor did not weaken my determination to achieve the privlige of sleep. "Come on, get off me," I said, trying to move my leg but failing because he was on it.

"Not until you call that number," he said, pointing at the TV. "Ask Jesus on a date, you have to start a relationship with him." Matthew started laughing again.

"Oh, right. Just what I need," I said, attempting once again to extact my leg but it seemed to have been forced into the space between the back of the couch and he cushion. "One crazy boyfriend is enough for me, thanks."