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A Journal of Sorts
"where have all the wishes gone
now that all of that is done
wish I would've felt I've won
for once"
~ Foo Fighters ~
definitely fleas... the place is rather infested... my legs are chewed up and I'm finding them everywhere... just what I did not need, the expense of flea treatments... grumble some, and then some more... but grumbling is not enough... I must do something though, my legs are not getting better and it's only a matter of time before my hair becomes infested since I don't have a bed and the only comfortable place to sleep is the floor...
life really sucks sometimes...
I don't really have the funds for a doctor or flea treatments or medications, but I've got to do something so I bought some indoor animal safe flea sprays and powders for the carpet and some cremes for my legs and I'll hope for the best... alas, all that money I saved by not having to pay Fagan rent is going into stuff here... the phone installation, the flea treatments and medications, drain openers (the shower drain is very clogged), extra gas for car, what else... oh just a few more grumbles...
grumbles are free J
the good news is the car is at least running fair... the costs of fixing the car can wait until I get some income... and I am stil not giving into fear or depression or negative thoughts... stubborn fool, aren't I? J
Rasputin's car broke down again and I drove him to pick it up and get it to a new station for repairs... and once again he treated for dinner at a local Italian restaurant (Rossi's) I like (what would I do without Raspy J) and the eggplant parmasean was great for the price as usual... after dinner I drove him back to his house and nodded on a chair for a bit... I might have stayed the night to take him to work in the morning but all couches and sleep spaces were taken and one of the people there can wake up and take him in to work in the morning and hopefully his car, which is near where he works, can be picked up in the afternoon... I am way beyond over-tired... not sleeping last night, now awake more than 50 hours, is catching up...
and bumblebees fly anyway J
and the weirdness I am raises it's strange head once again as my eyes were closing over at Raspy's and I get back to this little laptop and my written gardens and the hour passes midnight and a few hours later I'm still awake, waking more actually... the mind is, at least... the body is growing numb... the brain is swimming in hormones, part euphoric disorientation and part excited clarity... or is that excited disorientation and euphoric clarity?...
well, obviously both, huh? J
so as another day crawls through the night to it's beginning light, I really ought to lay down and let sleep sneak up on me... I have sites to review and faxes to send out and jobs to find and worlds to conquer and damsels in distress to rescure and fudge to bake and seemingly meaningless ridiculousness to stumble into for no apparent reason...
well, I think I could use some sleep...
nite nite J
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