Here I go again...
(on my own. Goin' down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. But, here I go again...)
Oops.Sorry. Channelling Whitesnake this time. And, have I ever mentioned that I detest Tawney Kitaen on the same level as I do Janice Dickenson?
What a coupla skankolas. Anyway, what it is I seem to be doing again is reversing my sleep patterns.
Or, starting to... Three nights ago, I went to bed around 10p, I think.
Woke up around 4 or 5a, if I remember right.
Then, night before last, I went to bed around 1am or so.
Got up around 9am or so.
I remember that because of the whole "Marshall Dillon in Walnut Grove" thing. Last night, I just stayed up til around 2/2:30 or so, then fell asleep here in this chair for a while, kicked back with my 20 pound Bubba-cat on my chest. Woke up around 4:30, quarter of 5.
George was already down here... Had to go get Sr. up.
George just told me that yesterday morning Sr. didn't make it out to work til 5:30, quarter of 6. See what happens when I do manage to have a semi-normal sleep period? If I'm not up to make sure he gets up, he don't git UP. I am 43 years old and have a 41 year old child. Jeezus. Anyway... guess we don't need to worry overmuch about that, seeing as to how I'm apparently going back on the night shift now. Only question right now is... Am I gonna go lay down for a while sometime soon or am I just gonna go on and clean the stupid house? I already have the dishes and wash done again... Oh, and check this out... I made hamburgers and french fires for dinner last night.
And, not pre-made, store bought hamburgers, either. I'm talkin' handmade, half pound puppies that ya almost hadda unhinge yer jaw to bite. Those things were soooo big that ONE of 'em and handfulla fries filled up a TEENAGED BOY. And, a 41 year old boy, George, and the guy down the street too.
(Yeah, the same chucklefuck who was shootin' across the road last night... or the other night... whenever that was.) I used two hunks of hamburger.
Probably about two pounds apiece...
Yeah, that'd be about right.
It made eight burgers... half a pound each... yep. Five of them filled five people to "stuffed" status last night.
The other three and the bacon for 'em are in the fridge. Yeah, I made bacon for the guys, too.
Made sure they also had plenty of ketchup, mustard, relish, tomato, lettuce, onion...
Oh, and two kindsa cheese.
Regular orange/yellow/American/whatever cheese and Swiss. And, now that I've sat here talkin' about food, I want oatmeal and toast.
And, if I do eat oatmeal and toast, my next thing will be wanting to curl up in a ball someplace warm and go to sleep for a while. I have been up or 22 hours... Well, it's either that or stay hungry and sit here smoking too many cigarettes and drinking too much coffee because of it. And, there is another hour of M*A*S*H on TVLand, followed by Gunsmoke... Hmmm... Yeeeaaah. Oatmeal, toast and to bed for while. My eyes and back hurt anyway. Y'all have a good morning and I'll tawk to yiz latah... Peace
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