Another long day

I have thoughts I can’t seem to finish…And my brain and it’s thoughts are making me feel utterly blah. Perhaps it’s lack of sleep, as it’s almost 2 am as I type this on WordPad to say for later. Still haven’t fixed my sleep from last night/this morning…well…that will be night before last/yesterday morning when this gets posted. And I still need to get Sonja’s clothes ready for school in the morning, as she didn’t do it before going to sleep. Harley on the other hand is fast asleep with his head in my lap. Well now he moved…So I guess I have no reason to go to bed…other than I started writing this.

 

Goblet of Fire comes out today…and I had hoped to be able to watch it today as well…but I pre-ordered it from Amazon.com…and now I’m going to have to wait for it to decide to show up. *pouts* I guess I should of just made sure to leave the house and pick up a copy at the store. I hate having to wait.

 

Well…since I do have to have Harley ready for his appt. and I really should be awake for that…I suppose I should go to bed. *wonders if I should drag my laptop along* It’s never actually got to go anywhere since I got it. *wonders if the dentist office has a wireless network* Probably not, I doubt they are even hooked up to the internet…though I suppose they might be…wouldn’t think that Big Boy was either, and the sales guy at Wal-Mart the other say said he can go in there with his laptop, and order a cup of coffee, and nurse it for 5 hours while he uses Big Boy’s wireless connection to be online.

 

Thing is…I got that empty feeling tonight…It’s like feeling left out of something, when I know I’m not. I don’t know. I just feel like I’m out of the loop when I feel like that. Still feeling it a bit, though not as bad as I was. Makes me feel like crying…and I did tear up a bit…Perhaps it was the stress of the day…and having to deal with the pet, when the fact that he didn’t go to work was pissing me off. And of course he’s totally oblivious about the whole thing…doesn’t realize I act even colder to him. I say even colder, because I realize, I have started acting quite cold to him. I just don’t really care anymore. It’s too much trouble. Blah…I don’t want to think or get into such at this point.

 

I’m hungary…which serves to remind me that there is a good reason for that…I didn’t eat, as I wasn’t going to waste my time and energy making a meal for the pet when he didn’t go to work. I made Kid Cusine for the Critters. Though Harley hardly ate his…But I swear he lives off air. The pet did, amazingly get off his arse and make himself something. Do you think he’d bother to ask if I wanted an of it? No, of course not, that would of been considerate. *kicks him*

 

I guess I’ll just have to make sure to get something tomarrow…maybe I’ll make an actual meal. *yawns* But I am getting quite tired all of a sudden…Though I suppose it can’t be all of a sudden…it’s just suddenly more pronouced.

 

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Part two of my day…I’m sitting in the dentist office, waiting for Harley to be done. From waht they are saying, he’s behaving like a perfect little angel. Why can’t he do that at home? *laughs* He does, on occasion…when he’s sleeping. *laughs*

 

I’m still running on less straight sleep than I should have, as for the second day in the row, the bloody pet has failed to go to work. On top of that, he had me take him to the emerengy room today (which he really didn’t need). He’s claiming they said he pulled al lhis muscles along his spine. Gee, funny, I was sitting right there, and apart from being almost comotose from lack of sleep, I did not hear that. I heard he compressed part of his back when he landed, so the muscle tissue would be inflamed for a few days following. *rolls eyes* Then again, I already came to the conclusion he wouldn’t know the truth if it jumped up and bit him on his fat arse! *kicks him*

 

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Part three…as part two got interupted by Harley’s appt. getting over. *sigh* He has to go to a Pediatric Dentist, as he has a great deal of decay and work that has to get done. And the woman said something about too much energy for then to deal with. *rolls eyes* Plus he’s got a tooth that is close to absesing. *frowns* Poor boy…I’m currently waiting for a return phone call for the Ped. Dent.

 

Back to the prattish pet. *growls* Bloody useless thing. Okay, all this hurting began as a result of stupidity. He did something while snowmobiling, and jarred his leg into his hip, and up into his back. (He did this Sunday, was only complaing about his leg and a little about his back yesterday, and declared this morning that he couldn’t hardly move because his back hurt so much. *rolls eyes* He seems to be moving just as well as always if you ask me) Anyway, the people in the ER told him not to lift anything over 20lbs. for the rest of the week. Well, that means no work at all this week. Such the good provider. *drips sarcasim*

 

On a brighter note, when I got home from Harley’s appt. the pet was not here. Seems he had Loren (kind of like his own personal pet) come and get him, and he’s going to drive him around the rest of the week, as he will be taking muscle relaxers and not be able to drive himself. Well at least (hopefully) that means I won’t have to look at him, or deal with him at all.

 

I’m so bloody tired…I need a nap.

 

Oh yeah, Harley isn’t suppose to have any pop or juice anymore. He never really got that much pop to begin with, but he really likes his juice. *sigh* I don’t know how we are going to tell him he can’t have any juice when we have it in the house. He’s only suppose to have milk and water *wonders if that included hot cocoa*

 

Wrote an entry last night for tonight….but it’s rubbish, really. Though I may just post it for lack of anything else…I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage anything better. I still need to finish Uncle Remus’s birthday entry…Got a bit of spatting with the Mutt.

 

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I’ve sent thet pets mother 2 e-mails this week…and I still haven’t heard back from her. She’s suppose to be taking the kids this week-end…And I’m suppose to go with mum when she goes to get her tattoo Saturday…All around this is shipping up to be another week-end where I will be unable to look for trench co

at boy either way…Not that I had any hope of ever seeing him again anyway…I just thought…maybe…I guess it’s a bit of that optimism that’s been hanging around. *pokes at it with stick*

 

Well…I’m going to stop here for the moment, as Harley has fallen asleep with my mum on the couch…and I think I will curl up on the floor and attempt to get some rest myself. (It’ll be one sure way for the dentist to call back.)

 

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Part four…It’s almost 8 pm and Harley is still asleep…he’s slept for quite a bit. I took a bit of nap myself as well…almost feel, somewhat awake.

I think that this is about all for this entry…after all it looks like perhaps it’s a mile and a half long. *so need to dig up that printer and get it hooked up to this long enough so I can use print preview.*