It's Too Early

For me to be awake. This is insanity. My normally loopy body clock is even more out of whack because of my day job. My insomnia is now more erratic than ever and my already thin patience is now keener than a razor's edge.
Fuck.
and
Sheesh.

We're doing the play again tonight and I am positively up in arms about the lack of full credit I am receiving. Not only was it co-written by me, but I perform in it as well. Somebody better bust out a bottle of fix-it before I get angry. At least I'm not as plagued with nervousness as I was the first time.

I miss sitting down to blog since I can't do full re-caps from my Treo. Well I suppose I could but that's too much thumb-work for one tiny woman to bear. However, Tuesday night's tomfoolery has to be shared soon. The adventures of Hot Shame & Damn Mess is well worth
remembering. I gotta get on my A game.

I woke up to the news, always a depressing way to start my day. Some 18 year old went partying, got drunk, came home, yakked, went to sleep with her four month old child in her arms and awoke to find that the child had fallen into the bucket of refuse and so met her death. I want to kill that senseless girl. Honestly, I do. Babies having babies notwithstanding, there is no plausible explaination for that.

People and their egos are starting to wear me down. At least their foolishness is giving me reason to take a good, hard look at myself. While I know the sex is good, scrambling to get me back into bed having already fucked yourself out of a hellafied ride is just stupid. Stupid people make me mad. Not angry. MAD. Rabid Cujo mad. Alas, I cannot bear the burden of other people's lack of sense. By the way, I realize I misspelt rhythm. Damn this Treo sometimes.

So the cold weather is upon us and my thoughts have already turned to the future. Already my skin pales ever more from lack of sun. Damn winter.

I'm going to go for a jog now. My thumbs hurt.

- running, but not away...