Crabby, crabby, crabby, crabby. Not only would I torture and kill someone for a smoke right about now, my youngest Drunken Midget woke me up at the crack of before dawn and informed me that I was driving her to school today. I know, right? Never mind that I have a migraine and my sciatica is acting up so I can barely walk. And I think the patches stopped working and I might have to eat one. Just kidding. Mostly.
And I had weird dreams all night. Well, not all night, just after I turned off The X-Files. When I have the DVD running I don't dream. Anyway, I'd describe them, but they just might reveal the depths of my psychosis and I prefer not to reveal that to anyone. Especially not in a form that keeps a tangible record.
This story came to mind cuz of a song that Mama Zen mentioned in one of her posts, Running with the Devil by Van Halen. When I was in high school, my bestest gf and I were cruising the Hopkins strip in her blue Camero listening to that song when we saw some guy running up the sidewalk with a shovel in his hand. We looked at each other, and, almost if it was on cue, started singing 'running with a shovel' before bursting out into laughter. So, in my mind, Running with the Devil will forever and always be, Running with a Shovel.
I know, it wasn't much of a story, but I didn't say it was a long story. Nor a particularly interesting one. But hopefully it gave you a chuckle.
It did snow yesterday but the ground is still so warm that it melted as soon as it landed, so no accumulation. Bummer.
I'm itchy. All over. Apparently that is a sign of high blood sugar. Well, dry skin is a sign of high blood sugar and my skin is dry, which is making it itchy. I have no idea what inspired me to share that.
How long will it take for these cravings to go away? Cuz every ten minutes or so I have to fight the urge to run to the gas station and buy smokes. *sigh*
K, well, I have nothing left to share.
Laters!
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