yawn... stretch... ble. Hey LJ... I gotta get more sleep or something... I mean I'm sleeping as much or more than I used to (like before I quit smoking) but I am a bag of tired corto in the mornings. I go bolting out of the house to catch the bus today and go for a total splash down across the icy road - carefully hidden beneath a thin layer of new white stuff. big red L on my forehead - yea I know...
Anyways... got loads to do and no time to do it so later... I think I want a web cam... (i've said that before...)
Laugh if you want, but it is like magic the way that I can suddenly become coherent, focused, and creative when I crank up Garbage... blow the monster mix play list and load up a series of garbage tracks and off I go.... weeeeeee.
hahahaha! So, boss lady comes back with a little revision request and (super genius, captain modest, that I am) point out something she never really asked me to look at in our proposal and WHAMO we're building 20 more days into the project. This kind of add's up to huge buckets of cash so this is a good thing.
I know, I know, this doesn't make one lick of sense... so what... suffice it to know that I'm having fun!!! yippeeee. Oh, and I'm wearing my big ass Koss head phones - but artfully not playing any music... This is a nice way to test the office staff around me to see what kind of shit goes down when they all think I am completely cut off. I freaks the begebbers out of them when I react to something they say - while they're thinking I'm zoned out on music... keeps 'em guessing.... heX4
On the First day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a pure evil, pure white cat - I called it Satan. Then she left me.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... two grams of pot! She felt awful about the 'leaving' thing and wants me to take her back, so she showed up with a little baggie and brandishing a big ol'hickey I know nothing about! hmmmm... Oh, and Satan, the dam cat, basically lives under my big comfy chair.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... three tabs of E! and said "lets go dancing." Geez, I said "No, my ankles are bleeding and swollen!" I chucked the E. It turned out that the pot from last night was cat-nip! Satan got into it big time and now the dam cat lunges out from under the comfy chair to claw and bite at the ankles of whoever's sitting.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… Four turtle doves! No, seriously. She thought it was all poetic and from that song… you know about the Days of Christmas. Well she got that wrong - it was "four calling birds". Did you know that 'turtle doves' are basically pigeons! She came in the door and released (RELEASED!) the fucking pigeons in to the apartment. When she saw that I really wasn't into the 'poetry' of the whole thing… and I after correcting her about the 'calling birds' thing, she stormed out. So Satan, who is stoned all the time now, is hunting the little shit machines all over the place. I can't even find two of them. This blows.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... a night on the town. She came back this morning (another hickey) and when she saw the state I was in - searching for now completely un-locatable birds - she told me to get dressed and dragged me out for dinner and a movie. I gotta say this pumped me up a bit. Then we came home... holy Christ! Satan has managed to catch something besides my ankles. The cat spread the entrails of one totally off'ed pigeon across my apartment like it thinks it's maybe Charles Manson or something. I knew I was gonna loose it when I saw the pigeon poop all over the furniture but dam, the cat has managed to take the concept of vivisectionism to all new heights. I politely asked her to go home and take the hickeys with her, closed the door and vowed to rid my life of unnecessary wild life.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... a subpoena. Seems the SPCA has a problem with the way things went last night. Of course, hickey girl has to sick them on me. I mean she brought me the cat and the stupid birds, how fair is this? You see I opened the door to the balcony... and was balling up little pieces of tin foil from my pack of smokes hoping the stupid ass birds would take the hint and exit. One flies into the room and perches. I start tossing little ball of tin foil at it to get it's attention. This works, so I start tossing them closer to the door... trying to get the thing to take a hint. I toss a ball of tin foil right out of the apt, and over the balcony. Well, guess who notices this and tries to catch the stupid ball of tin foil? Did I mention that I'm like, on the 14th floor? So now I've got three turtle doves living and pooping here and a lawsuit hanging over me because hickey girl thinks I tossed Satan off the balcony.
Flash back to dinner hour... "George. Please go and wash your hands..." he pads down the hall way towards the front hall bathroom. "With soap!" "ok" And then, honest to god, we hear him making this "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound, trying to imitate the sound of the running water!!!!! He loudly shuffles the towel rake and back he pads... With a stone STONE ROCK face of pure innocence, climbs back onto his chair and begins to eat. ------------------------- Flash forward, leaning over Eds crib (he'll be 3 at the end of Jan and he's still happily in a crib) have a father/son discussion about the prospect of sleep. I suggest he actually go to sleep. Well, he's game. So he closes his eyes and rolls his head to one side and begins to feign sleep... which, from his point of view, means setting off this absolutely monstrous howling snore!!!!! (I snore, or so I am told... actually there've been tapes made...) ------------------------- time to make a fresh pot of coffee. later.