Up all night, sleep all day

Now that I have that song firmly stuck in your head and you've been transported back to 1995, it about explains my life. Despite being up at 11 pm, 1 am, 3:42 am, and 5:12 am, I didn't wake up to go to work. Beerman woke up when he heard the oven beeping. Thank God I'm still doing the croissant in the morning thing or we'd still be in bed. And I'm still exhausted. We spent yesterday afternoon at the doggie oncologist. Many options, all of them crappy, and all with many zeros behind them. And because Old English Sheepdogs have hair, not fur, the chemo will make him go totally bald. Time to start knitting some sweaters, I guess. This just sucks. I love that big, sock eating, counter food swiping, dog.