broken sleep, itchy puppy

he doesn't mean to, but he's sucking my energy dry with his need to be supervised cuz his itchiness has passed the point of safe for him and he will continue opening skin on his body if i don't stay away and stop him... i may put the cone on him for the first time tonight... he still has claws that have scratched off skin in an area it would take a diaper to bandage... i see a bath in his near future... jackson is staying over at sanford's tonight... i wish she would change some fundamental spending habits so she could balance her budget... so many people are caught in the paycheck to paycheck habit and many, maybe most don't have to be... but she won't accept help and she won't change habits so it is what it is... and alas, my me time is minimal... but i must remember i have this luxury of time not working so even though i am giving a lot of it to happiness and not sleeping and resting and living my rhythm, it could be a lot worse...

on another level, loneliness and not feeling needed is not fun... and would i be saving myself, exercising, going out to find someone who wants to make me #1 if i did have the time to myself?... or would i be sitting home lazy without a good excuse for being tired and just wallowing in the poor-me lonelies?... we'll never know, aye?... sure do love confronting myself with all the possibilities, i suppose... the broken sleep clouds the mind and makes indecision and self-doubt easier... and the slow vegetative process of dying too... ah, reality is a dancing conundrum, or something like that, cha cha cha...

and how are you? :)