6:14pm – Permission to cry, sir?

Proving it, bit by bit……

 

 

I feel like crying, for many reasons.  I doubt I will do it, but I still feel like doing it, anyway.

Today was payday, of course.  I am happy and proud that we’ve already paid the bulk of our bills without spending but a few extra dimes.  I bought some painters’ masks for myself (to sleep in….a/c makes me sick if I sleep in it) and a planner/organizer for us.

My Mikey says he’ll start making the cool ties today.  The first ten or so are for us and family.  Then we will start selling them.

Most of the day, Piers was out.  He took a Phenigren (sp?) shortly after midnight last night.  That somehow ALWAYS triggers him to be out when we finally wake up from it.  He fell asleep several times in the computer chair this morning, but he finally managed to get going.

Time Warner came out to hook up our new cable service.  The water bill is all paid up.  The electricity is half paid, with arrangements for the other half later.  We paid the seller fees we’d accumulated on eBay.  We paid the Rainbow Roomies subscription for both of us – it’s a club for some Pogo players.  Ummmmm, there was more, but dog-ass me to remember exactly what right now.

Earlier in the afternoon, Lola bought me some St. John’s Wort.  The last time we used that, it brought Piers out in a really BAD mood.  That was also before we’d fully identified each of ourselves.  Now that we know, I’m pretty sure that’s one reason I’m out (Jack again).

Lola just yelled for me to spell Pinnochio, so I yelled it back how to spell it!  She laughed, but I was trying to make a point.  Oh well, right?

Anyway…..

I want to cry because Piers handles things SO differently from the rest of us, usually.  He is often depressed or bitter, so it is very hard to be around him.  Seeing as how we are not alone anymore, this is especially a NOT GOOD THING!!!!!

I miss the kids.  I want to go to California and hug them, tell them I love them, and then smuggle them home.  Not gonna happen, but it’s what I’d like, anyway.  Again, oh well, right?

Mama is online on the messenger, but she hasn’t answered me.  I’m pretty sure that means that Senior A-hole is home….my step-dad Wayne.  Again, oh well, right?

Maybe I should have named this entry "Oh well, right?"

That seems more appropriate than what I did name it, though I ALMOST feel like crying.  Rambling about what’s on my mind usually helps, so I’m not QUITE as bent out of shape as I was at the beginning of this entry.

Oh, btw, J Henry, YES – watch out for Betty!  She really likes reading you, too, so we will make an effort not to let her attack if you say something she doesn’t like.

30 years old, physically.  46 in my head.  I don’t know how this happened, but it did.  Most of us are over 40, for some reason!

That just popped out, don’t know why.

I wish we could get the new(er) a/c without my having to go to Austin.  Again, oh well, right?

K, If I say that one more time, I’m gonna go nuts!!!!!

Guess I’ll shutup now.

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

Your Jack