Jesus Christ, there's at least a foot of snow outside. The news says it's the 4th nor'easter of the damn month. It's already been so cold and windy and wet; I've lost power twice because of downed lines and trees. State sent some generators and tower lights. A fuckin' tractor trailer jack knifed on the GW Bridge tonight, thank goodness I wasn't ( Read more... )

I'm not back. But...

So.

So...

The daily grind, eh Jeeves? I saw some slick, black shadows sliding across the street and thought for a minute that I might be regressing. They were just kittens following their mother. I may need glasses.

Oh........fuck.

Holy crap I'm a tool. A sore, atrophied, violated tool. I'm so disoriented, I have no idea what's best for me right now.

Perhaps it makes no sense, but I feel like I need a feast and a long, long nap.

And physical therapy would be nice.

WHAT  THE  POOP.  IT LOOKS LIKE ART SUPPLIES.

i'm on the computer when i'm not supposed to beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

OH  MAN, LOOKS LIKE  I  LEFT  ALL  OF  MY  EXMAS  SHOPPING  UNTIL  THE  LAST  MINUTE. EMPTY  SODA  CANS  FOR  EVERYONE!!  :)  :)  :)

It's days like this....days like this I miss him more than ever. Norman likes the dark, and he likes rain, and he likes ice water, and he likes Maker's Mark. He doesn't like corn, or cooking, or tennis balls, or lamp geese.

It's always the little things, eh..?

I need to get back to work.

God, this is sickening. I must be losing my touch.. I know I'm being watched, I can hear him, I can sssssmell him, eyughh! He's there...I know he is. Skulking around, watching the house. It isn't Rev. Rev knows better. I think we both know better ( Read more... )