Well, let's see. An elimination of process here would be the best option:
Miss Poo: Snoozin'
Mousey: Snoozi'
Stinky: Snoozing
The Baby: Snoozin' (so adorable is that little one)
Day-Day: Snoozin' with the Bulldozer and everyother piece of large farm equipment he must have shoved up his noze.
Me: Well, let's just say, I ain't writing this shit in my sleep. They say patience is an attribute to those who have a healthy mental state. I guess I'm not there yet as I pulled a knife on the aforementioned bulldozer at midnight. Thank God, I managed three full hours of z-ville before the cramps started.
However, as I said, patience is worthy and today - at 2:45 - a mere 11 hours and 15 minutes from now, the DOC will at least be ready to eval the construction worker's apnea.
On another note; I got a message from a friend who tends to do shit that annoys him - yeah, OK, who am I to talk, right? Anyway, he stayed up and watched the Republican debate last night. Personally, I would rather have my nail pulled out with a Leatherman's and then take a swim in a bath of pig fat, but all that being so apropos, here's the note he sent me...
"...two of them came out against the others for supporting stem cell research, and they are stranding in the Ronald Reagan library for this thing. There go all the old republicans that are seriously looking at an illness that shits sooner than they will. Rebroadcast on MSNBC website"
I'm not surprised in the least. Another reason not to watch.
Work needs to come to a somewhat point of closure - good or bad - today. It's been two weeks and still the game is playing, which makes me assume, they don't want to play nicey-nicey with yours truly. What a sad, sad lesson someone will have to learn, and I don't play teacher like the compassionate, caring person someone like my Mum can be. Hence the reason - I don't fucking teach.
Going to see my chiro this morning, then take Day-Day to (what better be a fucking Merlin of a doctor) to convince this machine to have surgery and get rid of the primary problem of sleep for everyone.
Then, with a bit of luck---- it may just rain soon. For fuck sake, how do desert people do this? I don't plant cacti because I live in the southEAST and, occasionally, we expect to get water from the sky, even if it's laced with pcbs, HCL, and cat piss.
Fuck it. Going to read for a while since I have to get up at 5 AM and it's already 3:30. Check out the May issue of "Vanity Fair". It's their second annual "green issue" and it's quite interesting albeit not that enlightening if you keep your nose to the news-wheel.
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I watched the political debate too. I was wondering at what age does your face and hair look like it just came out of a plaster mold. I can only imagine old school chuckie cheese robots moving around and saying. "I'm like Reagan....I'm like Reagan....bzzzzzt....reagan...reagan...uuuuuurrrr. Only a few of them supported the fair tax and they are all scared to talk about that immigration issue. Ecept that one guy who was like "At first we had one fence keeping the mexicans out of san diego. I made ANOTHER fence and it solved all my problems. So that is what I'm gonna do for all of the US. Fence it in like my house.
Excellent point and well said. I agree. What exactly is scratched on the Statue of L-I-B-E-R-T-Y? It isn't, "Stay the Fuck out unless you donate to the neo-con racists", unless someone really fucked up the translation.
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