A Journal of Sorts
sleepus interruptus that's life for this year so far... the phone rang and I didnt get to it in time and the caller ID read 'unavailable' so if work wanted me, they missed me... and for once I'm not calling them... I promised myself this day sleep... alas, whomever it might be though, they woke me... and I'd have fallen back to sleep, but the household was running around noisy as a nervous five year old preparing to go somewhere for a half hour or so and by the time they left, here I am... time to finally update the month of May journals?... we shall see how this day progesses... it's raining... that could help a lot... a moderate rain, but on the trailer it sounds like a major downpour... and a grumle of thunder... the rulebook says I should turn the computer off until the storm blows over, huh?... well, I should be sleeping too, right?... rules, you know... alas, I slept almost eight hours and that's enough to make instant sleep mode challenging to reach... especially in a less than comfortable environment... but I can try J . o O ( zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ) O o . some hours later, I am somewhat more refreshed... the rain did help a lot (and the computer is still fine and I'm gonna tackle the updates)... not quite waking up, but there's a slight buzzing deep under the surface and I hear a few giggles from the peanut gallery... and the sad sacks are moping because there's nobody around to share and they feel like nobody cares about me (they only see the immediate spaces... but I don't get down on them cuz it is actually a fantastic quality when someone is sharing the immediate spaces for nothing else matters but the moment and the person or people and the moment if you know what I mean)... so I shall return when the updates are done... . o O ( type type type type type type type type ) O o . and so finally I am up to date (and it's just 12 hours later and I only have to work 16 hours in just 3 hours which means in about 2 hours I'll be driving to work... a shower and shave would be appropriate (not to mention sanitary and courteous), so an hour of sleep?... not likely... alas, the writer demanded the time and the bdy gave it and to heck with everything else... so how'd I do? May journals feedback please I really really really hope for some feedback (as if you didn't knw, but I figured begging for some might convince some of you who sit on the fence about sending me some of your thoughts and feelings and opinions and stuff... a few words or a detailed analysis or a scathing critic, your choice (is it fair to remind the scathing critics that my kidney is still sore?) J if I was a toon, it might be cuter J |
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