11:03am – This morning, so far

PROVE IT, HERMY……

Well, I woke up with quite a start.  It was a few minutes after 9am, and boy-oy-oy was I shocked.  Lola has to be at work at 10:30am, and I like to have at least an hour to get ready, wake up, etc.  Not so, today.

No sooner had I come in here to the computer than my sister called.  We’ve been getting along a lot better lately, so that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.  The really GREAT part about it was that I got to talk to my JuJu, shortly after I woke up.  Juli has the sweetest little voice, and she called me “Uncle Hermy” for the first time ever.  Usually, they just call me “Hermy”.  I was pleased, and her sweet little voice brought a smile to my face.

So we searched and searched and searched for the keys to the Ford (the bad witch, not the new, good witch), and My Mikey FINALLY remembers what his blonde ass did with them.  Lola pissed me off first thing by telling me what our plans were.  No mention of if I approved, even though it’s my car and I was driving.  I wormed an “if that’s okay with you” out of her.  It was so simple, yet she just doesn’t seem to get the concept of common courtesy.  Damn!

Ok.  On the way back home, I saw the apparently homeless guy that looks like Peter.  He’s so pretty, but he looked like he hadn’t had a bath in three weeks.  I thought about bringing him home, if he would have come, even, but then decided that every time I invite someone into our home, I make a really BAD judgement error of some kind or another.  Possible exception is Lola.  Renata was bad.  Mando was both good and bad.  Carl is an evil slimebucket, whom Louis is concerned murdered somebody in our apartment next door.  I don’t know about that, but if he did, what goes around comes around, and he’ll get what he deserves in the long run.

On top of all this, we miss Tiffany.  Oh, the tangled emotions we share sometimes.

So the rest of the day lies in wait.  I pray it is pleasant, or at least more pleasant than life has been lately, in some ways.  It hasn’t been bad, but my emotional health was declining badly, for whatever reason.  I feel pretty good today, and the feeling had BETTER fucking stay!  Ah-cha!  And if it doesn’t, I’ll kick life’s ass!  Ummmm, yeah, whatever!

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack

5:32pm –

Here we are, six and a half hours later. The day started out well, and stayed mostly that way. I’m getting progressively bitchier, and I’m not sure I know the whole reason. Yes I do. We lecture Lola about bad behavior, and then, certain portions of it, we do the same things she does that drive us so crazy! It makes me feel like we’re both being hypocritical. How can we complain when we do the same things?!!!!

Anyway…..

It’s another Devil May Care day, I suppose. I certainly don’t right now….care, that is. I’m tired, and behind my left eye, it feels as if someone has grabbed my brain and started twisting it. It doesn’t really feel so good, you know?

I know….I just KNOW….that Lola will call as soon as I get involved with anything. I’d like to take a short nap, but naps have apparently been outlawed behind my back, for I don’t seem to get them these last few days. Lola’s always calling or ordering me to do something, take her somewhere, etc.

So…..how nasty have all you fellow diarists been today? Will you tell on yourselves, too?

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one, even though you probably think I don’t,

Your Jack