Apparently I'm not going to sleep at all tonight. Today. This morning.
The crust of snow keeps sliding down the roof above my room, and every time it happens I think it's thunder at first, then rain. Then maybe somebody dragging a bag filled with power tools, bones and loose change over the house. Hello Santa!
Happy, I feel obliged to tell you, seems completely better. I mean I can't actually see into her veins (byakugan eye jitsu) and count her white blood cells, but if I didn't know to want to, I'd say she was perfectly well. Just addicted to Gastro.
Like I'm addicted to Final Fantasy Tactics, (thank you Marian), now that I'm playing it through a second time and sort of know what I'm doing.
Like I'm addicted to the caffeine in my sweet, sweet Dilmah ceylon (brownest of the brown liquors).
Like I'm addicted to not posting here enough, and then feeling perversely unhappy that Klovharu feels suddenly all grown-over and dusty. With spiders.
That last one isn't really an addiction. I just wanted to work it in. Oh Klovharu, Klovy, hon, I'm just a honky tonk man. When my money's all gone I'm on the telephone, saying hey there baby, let your daddy come home.
That's one of the first songs I remember requesting. My parents used to play it for me and my brother in the car. This was when I was three or four. I may have got the lyrics wrong.
Oh, I should say, Frank in Idaho isn't happening. The woman who's fostering him won't adopt to Canada. I talked to her today and she was all "You're foreign! Canada is far away! How do you know how to speak English?! I'm phoning the cops!" In my head.
My stomach hurts like it's empty. I guess it's empty.
How, I ask you, am I going to be able to get through my last class of the term at 10:00 am? A field trip, no less! And not, I think, to Bed Land. AND WHY OH WHY OH WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT TO BE A BABY?
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Did you tell them your dad was american? HOW DARE THEY JUDGE US!
My family dog, Jade, is also addicted to gastro. And when Maya goes to my parents' house, she gobbles gastro like nobody's business. And then when Jade's finished eating, she licks the bowl, just so she can get the last dregs of gastro.
I'm so happy that Happy is all right.
It IS Difficult! Difficult like a fox. Or, you know, an animal that's more difficult. Difficult like a... spotted ground squirrel (thank you A Field Guide to Western Mammals, Best Book Ever).
I like spiders.
Yay for Deadwood. I've been wanting Marian to watch it for quite some time. More importantly, a big YAY for Happy. (I thought of Paul Pope's 100% as well)
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