If not to complain, would I speak at all? *Edit*

My tummy is very uneasy this morning.  Perhaps I should not be surprised, considered I vomited earlier.  You know what it’s like to wake up only to vomit?  It ain’t pretty.

I feel my blood sugar warning me, too.

I’m fucking insane.

Betty

 

 

Sister dear spoke too damn soon.  Not five minutes after she typed the above portion of the entry this morning did we start wretching and have 3 bouts of dry heaves.  It was nasty, and it hurt like hell, because we wretched so long and hard we got a headache from oxygen deprivation.

Then we went to Waco, with me still feeling like SHIT.  Moved ALL the rest of the things we’re keeping out of the house there and into the house here.    While there, that house got initiated.  I threw up twice.  More of a headache.

Got home and things started somehow going better.  I guess it also helps that we have a potential renter (who will actually PAY to live in our house) now.  The lady who looked at it while we were there liked it.  We just have to wait and see if she takes it.  Her name is Hester Caprew.  That sounds like a fictional name, but it’s her real name!!!!

Anyway, now we’re home.  DW’s, the almost-local adult video store is hiring.  $7.50 p/hr, which is nothing to turn one’s nose up to.  I know people who say bad things about jobs that pay less than $12 p/hr.  Well, try getting one of those here without working in a factory.  My Mikey and I are sooooo NOT factory material!!!!!

I’m thinking that once I finish being sick, I’ll apply at DW’s, if the position is still open.  My throat is torn to ribbons from throwing up and heaving today, so I don’t think it would be easy to talk to anyone about a job, either.

I finished the song I wrote for Tim, and it fit so well for Tiffany, too, so it’s for both our T-people….Tim (Nobody’s Angel) and Tiffany, our daughter.  I’ll try to turn it into a streaming file in the next day or so.

Much love and well wishes for everyone.

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

Your Jack