wow. yesterday was slow and sleepy. i could hardly stay awake in the morning and signed up for early release because i can dream, right? i got the mythical early release about 1:45 and headed home.
when i got here, i scanned my computer w/i an inch of it's life and laid down to catch a quick nap but some guy was running around in my dream state killing people i liked so i was not too upset when Angel called and woke me. he was walking to Denny's for ice tea so i met him up there and played a few hands of cards and drank some soda (i needed the caffeine).
i left about and hour later and came back home to try that nap again. i was stuck in that dream purgatory where you are in the dream boat, only, instead of being a huge ship, it's a little dinghy, and you are rocking, rocking, rocking . . . not quite asleep but not awake either. and that's when Roni called from Almendra's casa asking when she had to come home and letting me know that they weren't going swimming at her aunt's after all. i told her to come home at 8:30. she came home at 8:20.
i got up and made dinner and we got The Ronica into the shower and this time i scrubbed her from head to toe and washed / conditioned her hair because i was getting suspicions about the job she's been doing for herself lately. my point was proven when she got all dry and dressed and commented on how her skin doesn't itch anymore . . . yeah, eight years old and still trying to do everything half-assed and cut any corner she can find! after all that i detangled her hair and got it all combed out until it was a beautiful fall of silky-sleek hair flowing down her back and across her shoulders. i showed her what it is SUPPOSED to look like. she was all excited but we'll see how long that lasts.
it was about 9:30 by now and we went to bed. she conked out pretty fast and i finished my book and talked to Joey since i could sleep in this morning.
now i am up and i need to get things done! catch you laters!
"A MURDER OF ONE" ~ Counting Crows
"Blue morning Blue morning
Wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, Kitten, doesn't have to mean you're on your own
Your can look outside your window
He doesn't have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Are you happy where you're sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when you're sorry?
Does he tell you when you're wrong?
i've been watching you for hours
It's been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
i've been wondering where we've gone"
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confessed on Wednesday, Jul. 30, 2003