Zip-a-Dee-Frelling-Doo Da!!!

I really should sleep more. I really should. But that's okay, because, in the words of Phil Collins in Take Me Home "I don't mind! Noooo IIIIIII don't mind!" Amazing what Four little hours can do for me. Yay.

So today is another I turned off brain, Jimmy Cracked Corn and I don't care kinda day. Too much to do, short time to get there, and ain't nothing but love in my heart for the world, a stupid ass grin on my lips, and only a few more hours until I'm off.

Not unhappy. Not Joyous. Just loopy as the whole great outdoors. Why? No reason. Just a little sunshine, the right song at the right moment, and enough water in me to keep me sloshing.

I just want someone to leave me an unpeopled space for me to be--to have the possibility of being. What that means? Dunno. But someone please pity this busy monster, man unkind. It's a kind of magic. Or something.

I'd lost color last night. Now there's a little bit back in my brain. "More blue...no...more red...more green...more yellow...more red...and how's about a little more red...and more light. There's only color and light! Look at the air miss! See what I mean...no look over there miss! That's done with green and blue and orange..." Lightening up, up up up.

I've got no weapons today. Nothing. Not even wit to protect me. Just a little soul. James Brown, Godfather of. And there's nothing that makes sense of it, other than I can make sense of the light...and the color...

So, Mister Bluebird. I will let you on my shoulder for this afternoon, if you promise not to shit on it.

Speaking of which, I now have to pee.

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So half the nuttiness is getting out the door.

Mom's car went wonky yesterday afternoon, so she she had to schlep it out to the dealership, leaving her without a car. Sure, they gave her a rental--a big ass overwhelming SUV--but they only had it until 2pm today when the care should be ready.

The car was not ready.

Mom had a bunch of running around that she needed to do today, which was cut short when they dropped her back at home carless. I had a bunch of running around to do this afternoon which was cut short by my having to run around with mom. Not that I mind such, just it kinda threw us both off.

Got back home at 8:30. Promptly collapsed, and dreampt of nothing.
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Today was almost a wash out. But I managed not to kill anyone, so that's a bonus. Between working, running around acting like a crazy loon (they're still not used to me dancing to Disney's Tale Spin Theme Song 'round there. Go figure), and daydreaming (*sigh* I like kisses, I do...I like coffee...I like winning the acadamy award for best original screenplay...*sigh*), I just phased in and out of conciousness. Amazing how much sleep you can get when you're on hold. Four minutes there, five minutes there...fifteen minutes for most doctor's offices. I can just about make it through a phone tree without fully waking up, just by listening to sound bite/key words....

Dreamlike day...like shooting at 45 frames per second...47 frames...slow, but fluid....it was unreal, and in soft focus with a soft chinese lantern light on the side...pretty...slow...purposeful, but without purpose...

I had one small freakstorm, which sounded more like twisted stand up. Dave laughed at me, and I laughed at him. I think there was serious talk about commiting us when we started the Invader Zim "DO A LITTLE DANCE! SING A LITTLE SONG!" and "I MUST OBEY THE CRAZY TACO MAN!!!" rant.

For some reason, I didn't get lunch. Maybe it was because the boss got us happy breakfast sandwiches from McDeathelle's. I got giddy, and was full, and strangely enough, not really hungry.

Drank far too much water today. I turned to Gale at the front desk and proclaimed:

"You know what the worst part of taking antibiotics are?"

"Um, you can't drink?"

"No. Well, that too...but Penicillin makes your piss stink. Stink like hospitals."

"Ooooookaaaaaaayyyyyy...."

"It makes your breath smell. It makes your sweat smell worse. And it makes your pee smell. I kept thinking--what the hell is that smell? And then it's like, oh dear god, I smell like hospitals! Antibiotics. Dammit."

"Daaaaaaave! Come and get your friend! He's talking about Piss!!!"

I got out of the office at 5pm to a chorus of "have a good trip."
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Woke up with a start. Still haven't done any of the stuff that I need to do before I can leave. And for some reason, I'm a jackass and am online. Again. I'm addicted, I think. Must...get...offline...

Mom *finally* got the shuttle arrange for tomorrow morning. Leaving from house at 7:30 in the morning. Arriving in the former Western Frontier at 10:30pm. Hopefully mom won't puke on the plane too much.

I don't think that I'm going to sleep tonight. Too much to do. No time to do it.

Thinking of you. Who? *YOU* Who's "YOU"? You already know. It's you. You? No, YOU. So there. I enjoy spreading the Paranoia.