Wow...
The house is clean.
No.I mean REALLY clean.
Better be.
When I finally went to bed last night, I'd only been awake for 38 or so hours AND hadda pull a shift at the restaurant, WHICH I thought I'd die during, by the way. I felt like shit.
Hell.
Death not quite "warmed" over...
ugh. Then, when I got offa work, I figgered I'd come home and pass out.
Nope. Just kept cleaning.
Glad I did, too.
NOW. Looks good, smells great and I don't feel like death anymore, either. Okay then... off to get a shower, wash the hair and the uniform pants, since I thought it was a good idea to take a walk around the (muddy-assed) yard when I got home yesterday, to see if I could tell where Daisy, the "gone" dog got out.
Not a clue.
No word from her yet, either.
(Course, I still have enough of THEM (her "words") echoing in my brain, that I'll probably hear her mouth the rest of my life, anyway...) I'll be fucked on the run if I have any idea where she's gotten off to. Frankly, my brain can't get past this one thing:
Norman disappeared about a month and a half or so ago, right?
Right. (damn it...)
Now, 6 weeks or so later, in less than a week, I have 10 new potential "Normans" around here. Eep. Now that this dopey dog has "moved", does this mean in about 6 weeks there's gonna be 10 new dogs around here?
Please, God... no.
*sobs* Just the thought... *gets hysterical* I love animals, but daaaamn...
Ya know? Ah well.
Thanks to my stupid mom dying a month after I moved outta her house, I spent the first year I was here convinced my Dad was gonna drop dead because I'd left the state.
And, here... he's hardly noticed... *giggle* Anyhoo... off to get ready fer work.
Need to forget last Friday and just remember... 7 hours, then two days off. 7 hours, then two days off. That is today's mantra. Tawk to yiz later.... Peace, y'all....
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You sound and act like some of my old girl friends. They have the same job as you and sometimes they get wounded up and can't sleep, so they either cook or clean house. Waiting on tables must be a hard job, my girls were good at it and they came home with hundreds of one dollar bills almost everynight. I would have to pill them up to get some sleep and sometimes had to bring them out of it also. Take care and don't let it get the best of you, Cat.
Posted by: catfish at March 25, 2005 10:56 PM (hLlUv)
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