Okay, so I had my entry all finished & it was damn long & then ... as luck would have it, it was lost in the big, bad world of ERROR: page cannot be displayed & I cussed lustily at the screen before deciding not to let it infuriate me because I've got the day off & that just fucking rocks. It triple rocks if you take into account that I had yesterday off also. Who's a spoiled little slacker? Um, that would be me. Two days off in a row, who invented this decadent idea & do they need a blow job?

Yesterday was spent on errands & puppy baths & CD shopping & Suki & long walks downtown & new, insanely cute, red purses & falafel at Pit@ Pit & pretentious dog clothes at T@rget & Davey & "Wedding Crashers" & laughing my ass off & Vince Vaughn is a sexy bitch & ugly fucking shoes at TJ M@xx & Uniporn & Red Stripe & Pizza & Old 97's at The Troubadour & Rhett Miller is a sexy bitch. Today will be just as full of smiles & hopefully just as relaxing as yesterday & Vince & Rhett will still be sexy bitches.

Woke up this morning with a sob clinging desperately to the back of my throat because my dreaming mind refuses to let go of some voices. Voices I'd have left for good by now, but small parts of my subconscious aren't letting go. He was kissing my watery eyes & telling me over & over, "I told you, love ... we're not dead yet." So I choked on the sob & the sweetness yet unrealized & decided not to dwell in the aftermath too long. Let out a small curse when my eyes opened & I was staring at the same familiar ceiling with thoughts of, "fuck I'm still here... without him," hogging up the empty side of my bed.

Speaking of dreams, last week I had a good one in which Jack Black was my lover & he liked to drink cheap wine out of this ginormous brown ceramic jug. Hot.

I'm plodding along as best I can for someone who works more than she does anything else. I do find time for friends though & for Guinness & laughter ... proving that all is not lost. I'm averaging 54 hours a week, which isn't too too much & I'm getting used to it & enjoying it to a point. There's just not much time for anything else though & so it goes: work 12 to 14 hours, drive home, get in some Mu Shu / Oonah time for an hour or so & read until I pass out (fifteen minutes max) only to get up seven hours later & do the same thing. I can't tell if it's routine that I needed or if it's routine that'll drive me mad, but I'll let you know when I begin to fizzle.

There was so much more to be said, but I can't sit here any longer, so I'll finish transferring new CDs to the KazooPod & make my way to Jiffy Lube for some TLC for the Milly.

Enjoy the day & I'll update again ... someday soon.

:blowing my speakers: Feist ~ Let It Die
:feeding my head: JK Rowling ~ Harry Potter & the Half Blood Prince
:rotting my brain: Aqua Teen Hunger Force

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