Midnight Rendezvous

I feel like I'm a quart low and running on fumes, but by gawd I'm here. That counts right?

I was able to get a few things done after work last night. The dishes, the trash and the general kitchen area haven't had much attention in the past week, what with my lying around on the couch with a giant, blue, igloo cooler brick stuck to the side of my face, whining like I was gonna die. I think I ran the dishwasher twice before I stopped to fix dinner.

I crashed on the couch for one more night, it's just easier when I'm feeling puny. It's closer to the drug stash and the television gives me something else to focus on when my face starts throbbing in the wee hours. Last night I slept better than I have in a while. I had started watching the Heros premiere but about ten minutes in to it, my head went south and before I knew it...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

I woke up around 10:30, sat up for a second, checked the clock and...

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Reckon I was tired?

Around 1:00 I stirred. I'd been having a weird dream about visiting my friend in Chattanooga for a wedding, only it wasn't in Chattanooga and her mother was still alive... and it didn't look anything like her mother.. but anyway.. I had this uneasy feeling.. and I slowly opened my eyes to find the Boston Baked Beagle's big shnoz and floppy lips inches from my face.

"What do you want?"

He just stood there and stared at my face.

"Dude.. seriously.. it's 1 a.m." It eventually dawned on me that I'd not let the dogs out for their regularly scheduled pre-bedtime tinkle, so I wallered off the couch, staggered to the back door and let him out.

I finally made it back to the couch, after Sammy had made sure no evil hid, lurking behind each and every blade of grass in the backyard, something he never does. Evil boogeycritters must be more likely to lurk at one in the morning.

I closed my eyes, settled down in to the couch and got comfy. I was almost asleep when I heard a faint whine. I slowly opened my eyes to see the super excited face of the Chihuahuaranian, eyes bugged out on the side of his head as he tap danced around in circles, doing the doggy version of the five year old pee-pee dance.

"Yoda.. why didn't you go when Sammy went?"

*dance dance dance*

"Dammit." I dragged my big ass back up off the couch while the little rat on crack ran circles around my ankles. Don't even suggest that I make him hold it until morning, because Yoda would have walked right across the carpet and hiked his leg up on the t.v.

As I let him out, Ma hollered from her bedroom, "Don't you be coming down through there without turning a light on in the middle of the night. You're liable to get shot!"

"You're legally blind in your good eye. I figure my chances are pretty good, especially in the dark."

I eventually did get back to sleep, but 6:30 seemed to come awfully early.

Here at the Asylum, things are pretty quiet. Bossman is in Florida on sales calls, Thelma called in sick and Lulu just left after puking her guts out. It's just me, Bubbles and Louise for the long haul.

Great.

Oh and this morning I did something I should have done a long time ago... and it feels sorta good. Henny Penny in accounting over at the other plant, sends me junk emails all the time, which I glance at and delete. It's those huggy bear, "you're my best friend, pass on to ten people for good luck, if you don't your cat will die," kinda emails. Sometimes she sends things which she sees as patriotic, usually anti Muslim bullcrap, under the guise of being a good Christian. I usually just delete them and don't say anything, but you know what? I do not approve and I'm sick of rolling over and taking everyone else in this town's views on the world but keeping my own to myself so I don't "make waves."

So I responded with "God made Muslims too :)"

Anywho, I need to get to work, the GM has been breathing down my neck all morning. Ya'll have a good one.

Later Taters!