Well, that didn't happen at all like I'd planned...

The bad news is that I didn't git shit done around here, except sleeping, pretty much.
I took a pseduo-ephedrine and instead of jazzing me up, it took me down.
Much like a tranquilizer-darted, slightly overwhelmed, kinda agitated and prepared to get more pissed bull.

The good news (and by "good news", I mean "the excuse I just happened to think of and have chosen to cling to as "proof" that falling asleep wasn't all bad") is that by falling asleep I let Paul and God off the hook as far as that "deal" I made with God.
(See, I was gonna be a good kid and do what I know needs to be done and, in return, God was supposed to have Paul get hold of me... *rolls eyes and grins*)

But, I died and God was relieved, because He probably doesn't have any idea of where Paul is Himself.
(Yep. Paul's that busy...)

So, that was okay.
Falling asleep, I mean.
Besides, it's not like I won't have the whole house to myself all night to do what needs to be done now.
I like that better, anyway.
Trying to get shit done during the day, with people running in and out and shit going on, never works.

Plus, Gunsmoke has been on all day and I seem to sleep better when it's on.
To block out noise, I always have a fan running and the TV on.
Still, sometimes, noise gets to me and wakes me up.
When that happens and Gunsmoke is on, it doesn't even bother me.
I hear the music or the voices from Gunsmoke and go right back to sleep.
Then, when I do really wake up, I wake up to it, too.
And, if ya hafta wake the hell up every damned time, there's really nothing better to wake up to....

In other news, I think I only have about a dozen more links to do in "The Guitar Man".
Only bad thing is, the closer to "done" I get, the harder it is to find just the right thing to link to.
I mean, I know what I'm looking for, what I want, but, finding it again is...
*siiigh*
Well, let's put it this way...
Thank God Rob's archives are (is?) one of my favorite-est places to hang out for hours on end.

I was talking to Cat last night and damned near every post he mentioned I've seen recently.

By the time I get done, I'm gonna be a walking directory of all Rob's posts.
Which is finer than kitten hair with me.
*grin*

And, as for the rest of the shit I need to do... fuck "a plan".
Let me just state what I'm wanting the end result of ALL my machinations to be...

The house being clean and stocked up again, "The Guitar Man" done and at the top of Xfire and me snuggled into my soft, warm flannel jammies just enjoying the results.

See how simple and easy that sounds?

Well, I wish it was that simple and easy.

"The Guitar Man" is by far the most important of these things to me, for many reasons, not the least of which is that it's about Rob, so MUST be as close to perfect as it can possibly be.
Besides which, it's not something I do every (damned) day, like cleaning the house is, so I want to get it done, yeah, but I also want to do it better than I've done anything else in a while.
Which I am, so far....
So, even though this is my "most important thing", it's also the easiest thing.
And, I already told ya's how "hard" it's getting to be, toward the end...
Still.
Compare that to what I hafta do around here...

Such as:
Dishes
Laundry
Cat boxes
All the critter cages (and there are 6 of them to be cleaned, re-bedded and re-furbed)
There's not a single room in this house that doesn't need to be straightened up.
Every single room has shit in it that belongs somewhere the hell else.
Then, there's vacuuming.
Mopping
Going to the grocery store
Putting alla that shit away
Etc.

On toppa which, these dipshits want to go to Wally-world tonight.
(Because... I don't have ENOUGH to do already and being in Wally-world with it packed with mouth-breathin' tards like it's sure to be this close to Christmas is always fun... *crosses eyes and mouths "kill me now"*)

The only thing I don't need to worry about doing is cooking.
Remember right before Thanksgiving, when the Boss's son's hunting cabin burned down and he didn't do the turkeys and I wound up having to cook a turkey at kinda the last minute?

Well, he's doin' 'em now.

I woke up to TWO smoked turkeys ("ies" just doesn't look right) in the fridge.

So, thank God for that, right?

Now, all I need to know is: Are these two turkeys one from Thanksgiving and one for Christmas or two from Thanksgiving, one each for the two guys who live here and work for the Boss?
'Cause, if they're Thanksgiving and Christmas, then I'll need to make something else for Christmas ON Christmas BUT... if they're two, one for each guy AND from Thanksgiving, then that means there'll be two more for Christmas.
Which is how they did it last year.
They gave us one for Thanksgiving, another one for Christmas and, it seemed like, one every week in between and each week til the end of the year.
By the time they got done giving us turkeys last year, we were turkey-ed OUT.
So, this is either just cool unto itself that there are two turkeys in the fridge or it's just the beginning of this year's onslaught.

Aaaanyway...
I hear the library callin' my name and I do need to get into some kinda "gear" ("granny" is all that's coming to mind, too) and get shit started, if not done.

Back later....

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 07:40 PM

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