Mornin'...

Or, uuuuh...
"Afternoon"....

Aw hell,

Good daylight, y'all.

I just woke up.
Again...

I was so bushed when I got home from work yesterday (after having been awake Pink Floyd-ing and Chicago-ing all night, thus being awake for 30-some hours), that I went to the bathroom and right to bed.

(Thankin' God, that I did that in the right order, too, lemme tell ya....)

I woke up around 11pm, came out here and was immediately pissed off by the comp-u-tater again, so rather than even start to futz with it yet AGAIN, I called Paul.

Wanna know something?
HE is the "Magic Man", with the magic hands that Heart sings about. I know Ann and Nancy think that song is about some other guy and sex and all, but, it's not.
It's about Paul and his remote fixing of this thing.

Couldn't get Adaware or Spybot S & D to update, then my AVG, or AGV, whichever, wouldn't update either, THEN "Yahoo cannot be found, yadda, yadda", so it's off to Canada we go, me, my (Nextel) phone and this stupid computer.

Not only is it a learning experience, watching Paul do things by remote, it was even cooler this time, cuz I got to bullshit with him while he did it all. And, I love his accent.
His voice, even more, but I digress....
(Often.)

Once he got my pooter's head out of it's ass yet again, I had a coupla things to do to it, then I went back to bed around 5am.

Eric just came and got me to tell me that we're going to get the Crown Vic shortly.
It's being transferred straight into my name, insteada the guy's who bought it and we're bringing him home today.

Wow.

Good timing, too.
One of the "vets" I want to check him out is gonna be here tonight and I can call the other one, he's local.

In the meantime, I can wash it, clean it and start "customizing" it, as removing the decals and adding my Viet Nam POW stuff.
goober voiceAnd, I'm gonna pet him and stroke him and keep him in my pocket forever, til I squish him to death...
Or something.
Reminded myself of Lenny there for a second...

Anyway....

He's comin' today.

Ya know, on some level, it's been occuring to me lately every time I drive the Bird, that these days of drving the Bird are gonna end soon. Any ride may or could be the last one... for now.
But, on another level, due to whom is involved in this whole thing, I also believed it may not work out or something else would go wrong, so I didn't really believe me when I told me that shit about driving the Bird.

Now, though....
Man.

First Storm, now Chris.
And, they were the two best things about me.

Shit.
(Yeah, I'm getting teary-eyed, but I'm also grinning at my own foolishness...)

I may not have taken a step "up", as it were, in the horse thing, but, if God likes me, even a little bit and I believe He does, then I will have taken a HUGE step up in the ve-HICKLE thing, ya know?
Ya think?
I hope...

Well, either way... things change and I hate change. Even if it ends up being for the good, change makes me very unsettled, til IT is settled.

On toppa alla this, The Rock is, as I type, working his last shift at the restaurant.
Guy's been there since he was 11 years old, too.
Him being gone is gonna be weird, at best.
Downright shitty, though, for a coupla of the girls who've worked with him all along...

Anyhooo....
Gotta go.
We're going to get Vic.
Guess that's his name....
For now, anyway.
Unless he, too, turns out to be possessed....
Then he could be Chris the second.
Or something.
But, for now, it's Vic.
And, now...
we gotta go get 'im.
So...

Talk to ya's later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 12:54 PM

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