Yeah, I'm still alive...

And, no, I'm still not done with this house yet.

Missed yet another call from Glen, damn it.
'Course, it may be easier to actually GET his calls if I weren't totally ass-backward in my current sleep patterns.
Go to bed sometime after it's light out, usually between 6 and 8am and get up in the afternoon... this shit's gotta stop.
Or, at least go back to the way it usedta be.

Before, I was only off by a coupla hours. I'd go to bed at 3 or so in the morning and get up while it was STILL "morning", before noon.

Now?
Jeez.
I've gone from half-hamster to about 9/10ths hamster.

As far as the house goes, I've got most of the major shit done.
The devil sure as hell IS in the endless goddamned details.
And, it's getting to where the details and extra crap are taking so long, the "done" part of this odessey is becoming "undone".
So, now, I'm combining the "power-cleaning" with normal maintenence and it's just making this take longer.
But...
the "normal maintenence" is easier.
And, the changes are being well-received and it looks GREAT.

Oh, and whoever it was who designed and added to Windows the "solitaire" game is FROM HELL!
What the fuck is it about that damned game that is soooo addictive?
Jesus.
You get started with that shit and the next thing ya know, it's next week already.
I always tell myself I'll just play til I win one, then, I win ninety-two and hafta do it again.
That's one of the myriad reasons I've been staying away from this stupid computer lately.

That, no Rob, no Paul.... no interest.

Well... actually, I do have interest, but every time I sit here, I think about those two, get deflated and feeling lost and either turn to solitaire or walk away.

And, I did call one of them at work today.
Says to leave a detailed message and he'll call back.
Fine.
Ya want details?
I gave him details....

"Well, you have my name, number and URL. Not enough detail, apparently, soooo....
I don't feel too well again, but I'll live this time. My tooth is looser than my mom was. I haven't gotten laid in about a month or so, but then too, the last time I did, I wound up sick for three weeks, sooo... I ain't pushing on that one. The only thing I ate yesterday was an apple. I have too many cats. I think I'm getting PMS. Let's see... how much more "detail" do you need to call me back? I can keep going, ya know... Can you just me back, please? 'Cause, if you don't, I will call YOU back. Okay? Bye."

And, that was on his voicemail.

And, I'm about six seconds from calling again.

Man, if it wasn't 3am in Bahrain right now, I'd be returning a call or two my own self.

So, anyway....

It's 7pm.
George is working late.
Eric is at a meeting with the Boss.
Jr. is outside, trying to maim himself on the quad.

Me?
Sitting here, feeling half sick and knowing I have shit to do, including going to the stupid store.
Not fun.

Also, the ramifications of something I read earlier are hitting me and pissing me off.
And grossing me right out.
Makes sense though.
Dovetails EXACTLY with what he said about it.
I'm stuck between laughing my ass off at his version of events and barfing because of the details.

Wanna know what the hell I'm talking about?
Ask me.

Meanwhile, some people need to watch how they word shit and need even MORE to watch who they're blaming for shit.

We do NOT wanna go there.

BELIEVE ME.

*coupla minutes later*

OH, HOT-DAMN!!! HE IS ALIVE!!!!!

I finally found Paul!
At work.
*cheesy grin*
Caught him just before he was leaving for the day, thank God.
Seems the Canadian phone company needs a charge of dy-no-mite* up it's ass.
Dude moved WEEKS ago and they're STILL fuckin' him around about getting his phone service transferred and ON.
That explains a lot.
(*Sorry. Watching TVLand and "Good Times" was just on a while ago.)

And, the one detail I shoulda left him, I didn't... my cell number.
(We'll just set aside the fact that I KNOW his number by heart and the whole "Oh, here we go again with me knowing Eric's SS# and him not knowing mine YET and God help me if I ever disappear because this nut ain't gonna be able to tell the cops nuttin', probably including what I look like... Men..." *sigh* thing.)
All his contact info for people is in his computer, WHICH he can't use yet THANKS TO CANADA'S CRAPPY PHONE COMPANY.

Hey, Canadian phone company... Put down da frickin' BEER and get Paul hooked up, wouldja's?
Don't make me come up there.
Y'all don't want THAT.

But, oh goodgotdamn, do I feel better for having heard Paul's voice in my ear....
*deeeeeep breath*
Whatta relief.

Okay... now I'm gonna go do something constructive.
I hope.

I really do need to get this "spring cleaning in the fall" shit done.
All I want is to be finished.
I have this vision of what it's gonna look like when I am finally done.
Clean, newly arranged, dimly lit, with candles burning and peaceful.

When I get it to that point, I think I wanna go soak in the tub.
This'll be in the wee hours of whatever day's morning I ever do get done.

Then, I need to do these nailtips and then, when I have my world as "right" as I can, I'm gonna go forth and find gainful employment.
And, I don't know if I even wanna go back to work on the horsefarm.
It's kinda pissing me off now, that the whole time I've been paying Bo off and NEEDED to be working for Mr Boss, I haven't been.
I'm leaning toward "too late now" and wanting to be indoors for the winter.
I about froze my ass off last year.
And, just what the heck kinda dumbassed shit is it to lay a person off, buy 'em a horse, then expect 'em to be able to pay him off quickly when you know you laid 'em off?

I mean, I'm goofy, yeah, but even I'm not that "mentally lax".

I don't know.... maybe I'll go back there, maybe I won't.
We'll see.

Meanwhile, I'm outta here.
I hafta go do my "happy dance" that Paul IS still alive.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 06:57 PM

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