A title, a title, my kingdom for a title

My shoulder is killing me. And my sleep, that should of been good and wonderful, was not. The Pet decided to come home again last night, and wake me up, wanting to know if I’d go in there. *shudders* I tried to do the tired thing, but he just stood there…So for the first time in 7 months I went in there. I spent the night curled up into a tight ball, not being able to really sleep very much at all, drifting in and out, in short intervals…I swear, I haven’t had a night last so long in ages. His breath smelled of alcohol, which is why he dared to wake me and ask, then linger, waiting. He wanted more than just my company…There was no bloody way he was getting it though. I toss and turn in my sleep, usually. Not last night. I don’t think I’ve ever held so still. In my waking moment, I’d clutch myself tighter to myself, evading intrusion.

So much for peaceful sleep, and the hope of loverly dreams. *sighs* I had the song Mad World circling my brain as I was attempting slumber (Having watched the video I have for it and Evil Never Has, on my diary from YouTube). I did have a bit of a dream prior to my escape…I was in the same situation in my dream, but the phone rang, so I got to answer it. *hugs dream sissy* My rescuer. Then there were like cops outside, wanting to search the house, and the pulled the window screen off the bedroom window and started to poke around, while the Pet was still in bed…I took my phone call and went out into the kitchen…Then I woke up, seen that it was fairly light out, sat up. He asked where I was going…I said to the bathroom. Went to the one in the back of the house, despite there being one off the bedroom (as the flush is broke, and he can’t be bothered to fix it…And he is usually the only one who uses it, which explains why it is so beyond disgusting, I’m sure the a health inspector would close our house if they seen it. Yes, it’s that nasty by the toilet). I heard Harley in my Mum’s room, so stopped by on the way out. That way I had Harley awake as an excuse to make my escape stick. I’m still so bloody tired. But I can’t sleep right now…I don’t know when/if I’ll get any today.

Tax refund is in the bank…Need to get property taxes and all that other stuff paid out now. Stupid Pet wants $2,000…He’s only suppose to get $1,000…I’ll probably have to end up giving him at least $1,500 to pacify him. Which means taking $500 from what I had planned to put away towards my college moneys.

I still need Tara’s ring size. *HINT* *HINT* Then I can get that bit of stuff taken care of. *wants to go shopping*

Speaking of shopping…While out doing the weekly shopping yesterday, I picked up Season one and two of Forever Knight. *grins* [One of the Vampire television programs I mentioned in my Muggle Studies essay that is set for roleplay posting on the 7th of March. Which serves to remind how close that really is! Gods…Time is passing so quickly.]

Singers/Bands should be thanking YouTube. I’ve bought more cds in the last month than I have in probably the last 6, if not over. And I’m still looking for some songs. [Such as Mad World and Evil Never Has.]

Hmmm…I have to finish tonight’s entry…I need to figure out who saves my poor Raven from the incessant questions of Orion Black. *laughs* Pesky boy.

Well…I suppose this will be it for the moment…[The Pet is suppose to be going away…His sister is going back to Armenia, and he’s suppose to go with them to the airport…Unfortunately, he’s taking Harley with him. I’d rather he not take the Critters anywhere…But I can’t really just say that.]