morning after

ok, so i slept a few hours and woke and called work to find out if all was well and thankfully, it is… it’s seriously sweet to get paid for being on call and not be called… of course i could have used more sleep, but then, i can always use more sleep, it’s chronic, this sleep deprivation… and i know it’s taking years off the life span of this body, probably, but enjoying the time i am alive as much as possible is much more fun and rewarding than putting off the fun for a few extra years when i will most likely not be able to physically do most of the things i want to do…

besides, staying home and resting and sleeping more and wishing i could find someone to share this life is not going to make my wish come true by staying home and resting and sleeping more… and i stayed home last night and would have written dozens more entries, or hundreds, even, but the internet died thanks to att and i sat here semi-nodding off trying to give it cpr… of course there are other people i’d have rather have given cpr and been so comfortable with we could happily fall asleep lip locked and even in coitus delicious (or is that delectable… well, nevermind anyway), but that’s beside the point and the internet was what died last night and nobody else was around…

imagine the frantic literary trail that might have been blazed it i wasn’t so rudely interrupted and distracted… yeah, the world lost another night of pure genius… or at least irreverent serious and meaningless nonsense that only a mother could love… well, not my mother, but someboy’s mother…. mothers are like that, i’ve been told repeatedly… though i seldom believe something just because i am told, this seemed to have more credibility than other old wives tales… not that mothers are old wives, but some might be… at least fifty percent, perhaps…

meanwhile, it’s now out to softball… and if all goes well, all day :)