Full moon, dirty hearts

That was the title of an INXS CD, I think…  don’t really remember if it was the last one made before Michael Hutchence committed suicide in a hotel room Down Under,  but I think it has the duet with Ray Charles titled "Please…  you got that…" on it.  I’ll have to find that CD and check.  But I digress.

It was a full moon earlier this week.  It was beautiful.  I like looking at the moon and wondering who else is looking at it at the same exact time.

Sometimes, I feel so tired.  The weight of all the crap in life just gets to me.  I don’t know how to explain it.  I do so much and hardly have time to relax.  I haven’t been feeling well the last 3 weeks, and I don’t know why.  My left arm is tingly sometimes, and I can’t sleep on my left side anymore because of it.  I still get only 5 hours of sleep per night, on average.  I still do all the laundry and most of the cleaning around the house.  Nobody helps much.  I don’t expect it anymore.  I’m sorta resigned to the fact that stuff will pile up if I don’t get to it.  There are piles everywhere.  Once in a while, I move them around.  More often, I trip over them and hurt my toe.

I can’t remember the last time I had sex with the wife.  Last month?  I guess it was around October 15 or so…  not really memorable.  It was a blowjob, I remember that part…  the last 2 times were BJs…  so the last time I had intercourse with her was like sometime in August around my birthday.  Hmmm, yeah, don’t remember.  Oh well.  Not very memorable.

October is when she started smoking pot more often.  Damn her "work friends" for making pot accessible to her again.  Now she takes a hit or two every few hours from the time she gets home from work at 6pm to about midnight or 1am or whenever she comes to bed…  that’s IF she comes to bed…  ’cause on the weekends she sleeps on the couch downstairs when she gets too stoned and falls asleep.  She thinks that we can’t smell it on her after she comes back in from the back yard when she "walks the dog."  Maybe she doesn’t care.  Probably not.  I don’t care either…  she wants to get high, fine…  whatever.  Just don’t get arrested or anything stupid like that.

Cyber Monday is coming up…  that’s the day when people sign up for porn websites because they don’t get enough kinky sex from their partners, right?  No?  Hmmm.  That’s what one of the guys told us at work today.  You mean he way lying??  The nerve.

OK, I’m done rambling.  Done.  Sooooooo done.