4:24am – sleepless but tired out

Eek, I’m one tired boy now.  I just finished sweeping and mopping/semi-scrubbing the front two rooms, since the two nuclear waste dumps we have (known as puppies to outsiders) make such a goddamned stinky-ass mess every day.  That front room was STANKY, because we don’t always mop it.  Let me tell you, dogs can ruin the homey smell of a house faster than lickity split!

I was asleep earlier, so I’m not totally unsleepified.  My Mikey had to wake me up to get into bed, because I was hogging the bed and his pillow, too.  Well, the thing with me is that once I wake up, I usually can’t go back to sleep.  That’s what happened this time.  My Mikey, if you are reading this, do not start feeling guilty, because you had little choice but to wake me up.  I didn’t want you sleeping on the couch, that’s for sure!!!!  It’s just one of nature’s little practical jokes on me.  At least I did something productive, for once.

Actually, I feel like I’m slowly but surely turning into a semi-decent hausfrau.  Maybe not.  I dunno!  I’ll ask My Mikey and see what he has to say about it.

We are out of smokes AGAIN, and we only have enough dough for one more pack.  In an effort to keep from having to bug Nanny again (even though she said she’s sending us $50 this week), I listed two more books on ebay.  If we can make it till Wednesday, then I THINK Lola can provide us with smokes until Nanny gives us what she will.  I feel like such a bum.

I had a terrible dream last night.  I don’t mean the sleep I just woke up from a few hours ago.  The night before.  Elisabeth was dead in the dream.  Tiffany and her kids were portrayed symbolically as a $20 bills and two $1 bills, which was strange, because I can’t figure out WHY they’d show up as money in my dream, unless it means that we’ll actually be able to help Tiffany support herself and the kids someday.  Here’s to wishful thinking!  As for Elisabeth’s dream death….I know what it meant.  It kinda feels like we’re losing her in real life, and what’s the most loss one can experience?  Death, right?  Ok.  At least, it makes sense to me.  I’ll take suggestions, should anyone have any.

Bandit and Goldie are driving me crazy by being so damned hyper.  I’m about to have to go kill them.  (Not literally, you doofs!)

Ta!

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

Your Jack