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Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008Mobile post sent by netgrrl using Utterz. Replies. mp3
Mobile post sent by netgrrl using Utterz. Replies. mp3
I never seen you looking so bad my funky one
You tell me that your superfine mind has come undone
Chorus:
Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it wont be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
Have you ever seen a squonks tears? well, look at mine
The people on the street have all seen better times
Chorus
I can tell you all I know, the where to go, the what to do
You can try to run but you cant hide from whats inside of you
Part of it is just that I slept so much today. I made the joke earlier that I got up and took the dog out this morning, and it tired me out so much that I had to take a nap.
Last week was really the week from hell, and it felt like nearly everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Work was nuts from beginning to end, and I really felt like I was snake bit. I just can’t win sometimes, it seems. I don’t remember when I’ve had such a series of unfortunate events.
But all things begin again, so hopefully my streak of bad luck is over and things can begin again fresh. We’ll see. I have my doubts about some of it, but it’s not worth going into.
Saturday afternoon after the convention I left Biloxi and drove to Gulfport down Highway 90. It’s still sad to see so much destruction.
Chaz from iRovr was going out to Ship Island with some friends, and was going to be in Gulfport Saturday. He and I had arranged to meet up on Saturday afternoon at Salute, an Italian restaurant on Hwy 90 & 15th. I had also been in touch with Rosa, a good friend from when I lived on the coast, and she and Mike were coming too.
I got to the restaurant a little early before the rain started, but it was nice to sit at the bar and have a drink before dinner and decompress by myself. The bartender and I chatted and together we watched the ship come back into the harbor. Chaz sent me a text message from the ship that they were on the way in.
We ended up being 9 for dinner - Rosa, Mike and me, Chaz and 5 of his friends from the trip. We had a great time. His friend Larry was particularly funny, and we were sitting by each other. It was fantastic to relax and decompress.
The drive back was uneventful. I was tired and once or twice wondered whether or not I should stop and nap, but a quick stop at a gas station perked me up and I was home in good time. Not long out of Gulfport I was out of the rain, and it was clear sailing from there.
Reading: Bearing an Hourglass by Piers Anthony - Book 2 of the Incarnations of Time series. I read these back in the 80’s, I am just re-reading them now.
Knitting: socks, of course. I haven’t touched my knitting in a week. It will feel good to get back to it!
Do you blame me for wishing I could have stayed in bed, with furry friends like these? Domino likes to get in the window and look for squirrels. He makes these funny clicking noises when he sees them, like he is calling them.
I hope everyone has a wonderful Tuesday! Mine is going to be long, but it should go by fast.
I think I’ve finally wound down enough that I’ll be able to sleep. I hate nights when my mind is still racing around and around like a hamster on a squeaky wheel. There just doesn’t seem to be any easy way to turn it off.
I could take something to help me sleep, but I am so worried about not waking up in time - that’s such a problem for me, that I won’t take a chance. I’m still adjusting to the Lyrica, and that really has caused me problems with some of the side effects. I talked to the nurse at Hensarling’s office last week, and she did the usual cheerleader thing and told me how well I was doing, but that doesn’t help! How are you supposed to live a somewhat normal life on a medicine that takes three months to adjust to?
… a crappy Monday. Not to mention I’ve let myself feel so stressed again that I bought cigarettes. Please let me just get to Saturday afternoon…
As a child of the late, late 70’s
Carlin more than anyone else represented the spirit of my youth. You’ll be missed, George.
http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSN2339172520080623
I hope you have the happiest of birthdays! You’re very special to all of us!