Apr 28, 2007 22:45
I went to a party the other night and it quickly urned into an Everybody's naked party. One second just the guys and some girls had their shirts off, I left for maybe 3 seconds and by the time I was back in the foot stompin' room all but three of us were in the buff. It smelled like so much unwashed hippie penis in that house.
I'd had three hours of sleep for two whole daysworth of working and being up and about and awake, by then, and I hallucinated about an apple stem in my hand. It was dancing. I called it a twig.
Then I still didn't sleep much. Today was day four of no rest and I had an average of three hours per night at the end of it all since Monday night. I just slept the best I have in the whole of me being disengaged from my umbilical chord.
I don't think I belong in this decade. I don't need to go back that far.
Oh! I also have a problem and need some advice. So, a raccoon has been comin' round my back porch for a while now randomly eating what he can find and sleeping or whatever. I've been seeing him a lot in the morning hiding behind the pots. For a while it was cute. Well. He pooed on my doorstep. Pooed. As close to the door as possible. Does that mean he's ready to kill or is he just fucking with my cat?