Warren Zevon...that perfect fool...
Thirteen more days. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen. Thirteen more days till heaven.
I miss him.
I was plagued with bad dreams last night. Horrible ones. Especially one weird one warning me not to call the Boyfriend this morning. I heeded its warning (The Alchemist was a good book). I guess omens are just one part of my Catholic heritage I can't shake.
I feel I'm in a bit of a slump. Everything is weighing down on me and I don't feel like I have a handle on any of it. Things are starting to spin out of control. Danger Will Robinson, danger. I have a sneaking suspicion this feeling will only intensify with the Boyfriend's return. When I think about him I feel like I'm on a roller coaster, poised at the beginning of the first overly-large drop. This can be interpreted two ways. A) He makes me feel on top of the world. B) I have a very long way to fall. Either way, I know he takes my attention away from other important things that need doing. This is not his fault. When I'm with him it's just that my heart and mind are so full of him that there isn't room for anything else. Which means that if I'm smart, I will try very hard to get things in order before he comes home. Problem is: I'm not that smart. Atleast not when it comes to him.
I have a "meeting" with the Sisterhood today. Should be good times. Maybe I should bring candy. Try to win them over with sweets. Or just my "sweet" personality. Either way, it's bound to be memorable and Gunther-Likesta-Snack-tastic!
I'm so pale I glow in the dark. I tried to get some sun yesterday but I barely got any color. It's not even noticeable to me, and I see myself in the mirror every day. PATHETIC.
I just had an epiphany of sorts. Writing in this online journal is NOT going to help me get out of my slump. So good day to you -- I'm off to do productive things. Wish me luck. But first...
Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London (important lyrics in bold for your quick viewing pleasure):
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of Soho in the rain
He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's
Going to get himself a big dish of beef chow mein
Werewolves of London
If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated last night
Werewolves of London again
Werewolves of London
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip out your lungs, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Werewolves of London
Well I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney, Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's
His hair was perfect
Werewolves of London
Draw blood
Oh yeah...