my sleep schedule is all screwed up and if Guido doesn't stop messing with the work schedule i'm going to be driven to do something drastic.

he has a schedule that works...why, oh why does he screw with it? BECAUSE HE CAN. i guess all this power makes his penis bigger, what the hell do i know. i'm sure he needs all the help in that department he can muster.

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the BF's mother called the girlchild FAT, in front of neighbors that the girlchild doesn't know and while she wasn't there to defend herself ( or present proof positive, in person, that the statement is totally false ). ooooooo, it's on now!! the girlchild is pretty pissed off, and i don't blame her. the word "fat" coming from that cow in relation to my daughter is pretty comical. of course, i have to wonder at the BF's smarts, telling the girlchild this. however, i think the future MIL has bitten a bit more off than her fat ass can chew...because the girlchild is not one to take that kind of disprespect from anyone.

my money is on the girlchild.

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i am definitely going back to bed this morning because i'm tired and i have to work tonight. I WANT TO WRITE, DAMMIT. i feel constipated with words, which is a lovely visual, isn't it? i want to get a few more pieces done and out...and work on some new ones. tomorrow is slated to be a busy day ( and i sincerely hope it is ) and depending on what happens tomorrow it could impact sunday. monday i have to work.

it will all work out the way it's supposed to, is what i'm thinking. i'm never going to be the most prolific writer, i don't write fast and that's the way it is. it seems like things have to percolate for awhile with me, marinate, stew, crockin in the crockpot, so to speak.

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so that's it. i might try to check in later...but i might not get a chance until tomorrow or even sunday. whatever pops, ya'll will be among the first to know.

:)