April, 10, 2015

I woke up hungover this morning.  I don’t know how it happened, as I had nothing alcoholic, nor narcotic.  I had a shitload of coffee yesterday, a great day at work, a total of three group sessions, nachos and Skittles (plus more coffee).  Then I did homework.  I went to sleep.  I did not get enough sleep, and I therefore…woke up hungover.  I know this feeling all too well, although it has been exactly 3,832 days (10.5 years in 2 days) since I truly woke up with this feeling.  I don’t miss it one bit.

At school, I spoke with Maria, one of the campus monitors and we spoke of the current generation of kids.  We also spoke of specific kids, one in general who is the “nephew” of a very special someone who used to be in my life.  Maria said he told her about it – that it had been a very bad breakup.  You could say that.  I cried for months…literally, months.  Even talking about it today, a good 5 years later, brought back those heart pains.  I could have never lived there, though and this way – it freed me up to move to Europe…right?  

I got a message from AT&T…75% of my data plan had been used up.  Huh.  Funny, ‘cause when I met with Jesus, he said 3 GB would be good.  Dammit Jesus.  What about all those promises?? I am resentful of AT&T and Jesus.  My internet service sucks, and I just hate it.  It is clear to me that I must be having a bad day, because I  planned on acting out, which has changed considerably in the last 10 years.  After I left AT&T, I went right the nacho dealer and got myself some (plus chips so could make some later).  The Universe was watching me, though…because as I am seething with anger and frantic with the feeling of nachos, I looked behind me…and saw a Westy.  I hadn’t seen it before; it was very similar to my ’76.  As I pulled in the turning lane to turn off on my street, I could see it was a gentle nudge of Universe love, because Santa Claus was driving it…and my heart smiled.

I came home, threw things on the counter (I’ll clean up tomorrow), let my puppies in, went to my room, and got in my bed.  It wasn’t even 4 o’clock yet, and those sheets sang with happiness to see me again.  The dogs jumped up and joined me.  Annie is feeling better, though she is tentative with her movements.   Mabi is caring for her by not pulling her alpha dog card as much.  She knows something is up with Annie.  I watched a little of Dwight and crew, then took a nap, since I knew this would help my fake hangover.  It didn’t.  To make things even more sucky, I couldn’t watch the Giants game on MLB.tv because it’s a blackout date.  Are you kidding me????  Did some homework, and had to go on a coffee run because my Saturday morning coffee is something I live for.

 

I had a lot of deep thoughts I was going to write about…but I forgot them.  Probably just as good.  Happy Friday…boy I sure and looking forward to a good sleep, some coffee, and a weekend of paper-writing.  

Pictures:  This is what stared at me for a long, tong time when I got in bed after work.   My sweet, neurotic little Mabes; Seriously, kids.  Don't. <gym bleachers at school>; I feel the aliens listened in for a while today, then changed the channel.