random side notes - chapter twenty seven

i'm sitting with the fuzzbabies and listening to marilyn monroe tunes. they seem to like her, as they're presently in a bizarre trance of snoring with their eyes open. are they asleep? are they contemplating the possibility of suffocating me in my sleep? it's like how i've seen animals react to the cheesy flash gordon movie from the seventies - creepy and reassuring all at the same time.

my lady guts are playing tricks on me, or the aliens have been abducting me and doing experiments. i've had the urge to cry for the last week. okay, so i've cried more than normal in the past week. sure sure sure, you twisted my arm. i cried at five minutes worth of television last night. after looking at the lunar calendar, i'm going to blame it on the impending full moon, like the water in my body is reacting to some tidal shift.... here in the middle of the country, of course. it all makes sense to me. if i'm going to get all choked up about rhiannon's kid starting school and getting homework, then i need some good excuse for being fucked up in the head. i mean, besides that whole crazy thing, ya know.

somehow, everyone wants to donate alottashit to my work lately, just by talking to me. well, some shit by some peeps, but it's good shit from good peeps. we all know i'm a silver-tongued devil, but this can't just be the product of my charms. i'm thinking that the full moon is adding to the population's universal sense of guilt and we're getting the spoils. that would keep my giant ego in check and hopefully keep my serendipity run going without my waiting for the other shoe to drop tendencies to kick in and make me cry again.

mmm.... getting the urge for sweet potato pancakes now, thanks to mary.

but seriously, is there some reason that i should see two live chickens whipping down the sidewalk in my very urban neighborhood?!? what kinda operation are we running here, folks? i had to drive down the street twice just to make sure i wasn't seeing things. one white, one red, both chunky and fast-moving. no shit. chicken or otherwise.

i've gone all day without answering the phone! i hate checking voice mail anyway. as of this evening, i've only responded to three text messages, and since i'll be at work all weekend i decided to get stuff done from home today, which also meant a trip to the movies with julie and her family. i'm pretty sure the women in the next row were trashed in the middle of the afternoon, because one of them felt the need to stretch out and lay down across four seats while giggling. or did she just miss her mommy and need a wooby blanket to watch "the social media" before announcing to us during the credits that she had just been signed up to facebook by her friend this morning? people freak me out.


leftover alert!
chinese food in the fridge is calling to me...