I bees smart.

If there was a centrally located "cuss jar" in our office and every time someone threw out some words, shit. 

We would be effing loaded.

Then the money should be used to buy lotto tickets.

dreams suck

And this is why. I have to put it in words before I forget it.

Besides there being explosions of a tire store across the street from the building I was in, waiting on something...don't remember what...seemed like Star Toyota or the inside of some kind of "car" place...I got up and walked down a crowded hall with pictures. One of the pictures was of myself and my mom. I think I was about 5 years old. My mom looked absolutely beautiful. 

We were somewhere sunny, I was looking at her and she was cracking up with her head thrown back. Then the picture moved. It was a movie. I was watching myself and my mom and I couldn't move nor breathe for what seemed like for.ever. 

It really disturbed me, saddened me, maddened me, hurt me, touched me and backhanded me all at the same time.

Onward. 

A phone call about 1 minute ago, went a little something like THIS

Me: Law Office

Not me: Um, yes...I just have a question. A few days ago, my husband and I made an apple pie and when we bit into the filling, we found a very long fingernail in it.

Me: Crickets.

Not me: Do you know of anyone who handles anything like this?

Me: Ummmmmm, no. I don't.

Not me: Oh, you don't handle anything like this?

Me: (laughing, sorta) Um, no. I'm sorry. We don't.

Not me: Ok, thank you.

I bit into a big fucking enchilada yesterday and I think it gave me cellulite...

Do you handle anything like that?

Before it all goes bye bye.

This year, that is. I figured I'd get in one last really gooood bitching. 

Got no sleep last night. Gerry is in Florida, working through New Years.

I am here...coasting along. I do that VERY well, mind you. Very. Well.

I laid in bed last night, hearing every damn noise possible in my empty house and without my dogs there to remind me that they ARE there. Instead, I hear my cat, playing with a water bottle cap. I wake up. Jolt out of sleep. Then I fall back asleep. Have a dream about walking down a steeeep flight of stairs...in the dark...on some kind of building. There is some kind of white elephant game going on with people in the building. I am not a part of it.

Then I wake up again. This time, it's the A/C kicking off and on. Fucking A/C. Off to sleep.

Wait...not yet...someone came home at 2 a.m. and their damn car alarm went off as they were probably trying to lock the car, were drunk, and hit the panic button. Asshole. I know who it was. The stupid-ass across the street who, one night...decided he was going to run back and forth on the street while "In Da Club" played on his car stereo.

What.A.Fag.

Needless to say, I didn't actually fall asleep until about 3:45 or so. I had RLS...bad...kinda like growing pains. That didn't help either. My arms kept falling asleep and my pillow sucks ass. That's it...I'm buying new pillows today. Hell yeah.

Ok, bitch number 2. It's New Year's Eve. I'm not really spending it alone...just with my boy. He'll be out by 8. Wahoo. Perhaps I'll play my Nintendo DS. Have some wine. Take some type of p.m. ish type meds and actually sleep tonight. Who cares about the ball drop. Who cares? I really, honestly...do not give an ounce of shit.

Don't come in and tell me I look "rested" today. I've heard it...and it's bullshit.

I am not rested, I am irritated and could really use a big, fat dose of happy right now. I'm not in the mood to type a divorce decree because some client decided to bring it TODAY. No. I am supposed to go home early. Not work on this shit. I hate decrees. They suck.

Ok, I think I'm done. For now.