Much to do

I didn't get to sleep until 4:15 this morning. I have no idea why. I can tell you everything that's on Adult Swim between the hours of midnight and 4:30, though. (Too much anime, frankly. And I was pretty surprised to hear the words "blow job" on SeaLab 2021 just before some "underwater hot tub action" took place, my, my, my. I guess I now understand the true meaning of "Adult Swim"...)

I will be in bed by 11 tonight, and I will take an Ambien. I've only taken five now since my my doctor gave me the Rx back in February. I know it can be addictive, and I see why. If you do take one and go to bed at a normal time, wham bang - you will zonk out almost immediately and you will get precisely eight hours of beautiful sleep. But I have no intention of becoming too friendly with that prescription, thanks. I prefer it when holier-than-thou farts like Rush Limbaugh get addicted. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy down to my toes.

Last night was just ridiculous, though. Even with the a/c running full blast, the furnace-like heat seeped inside the apartment, and I felt like I was going to melt. I was answering e-mail at 3:30 this morning, just wishing I was knocked out in bed. Also, my apartment reeked of cigarettes. Some jerk stood outside my apartment door smoking yesterday and kicked their ashes under my door, into my entryway. Nice, huh? At least the stink is gone, as I ammonia-mopped the kitchen floor before bed last night. Let me tell you, no matter how much lemon crap they put in ammonia floor cleaner, it still smells like ammonia. Strong, lung-sucking ammonia. But, hey, kids - no more cigarette smell!

Oy vey.

I have so much on my mind right now, and I'm still angst-y about going to this family wedding. I took a long drive last night after leaving the coffee shop, just to try to think things out. I ended up in Germantown, where I discovered that Pep Boys was running an awesome tire deal (sorry, Sasquatch, even better than the negotiated deal at Goodyear, believe it or not - with rebates and everything), so I have it marked down to go in for new tires at 8 a.m. tomorrow. I also stopped at Wal-Mart (aka, the sub-basement of hell) very briefly. Do you know they sell a freaking enormous beverage "travel mug" they call the "Bubba Keg"? It has to be nearly two liters. It actually has a handle and a place for your straw, for those days when ONE LITER just won't do. I think they should just call it the "Kidney Fucker" and be done with it.

Anyhoo... to cheer myself up, I visited my favorite vending machine in the store (Make Your Own Engraved ID Tags!) and got a silly engraved hot pink cat collar tag to hang on my $7 clearance lavender leather purse from Target. Sorry the picture's a little fuzzy. The tag is teeny weeny. It's cat-sized, after all:

Pay no attention to the odd colors. The purse is lavender and my tag is hot pink.
Usually the Nikon is better than this with colors. Not sure what the deal is...

Sometimes, spending four bucks at a vending machine can be therapeutic. I periodically buy these for my nieces to hang on their purses and backpacks, with silly messages on the heart and bone-shaped tags. Then, I break off pieces from my old metal ID lanyards to make cool hang tags for them. Kids dig this stuff. (So do I. Simple minds. Simple pleasures.)

I still have to go to the coin store today and buy my brother's state quarters and proof dollars (he lives in Germany & collects U.S. coins) and pick up a few more things. Then, after the tires tomorrow, I still have to run to Salvation Army and drop off all the crap in the back of the car, clean it out and wash it before I pick up the Sasquatch in the evening.

I found a few more jobs to apply for, and a friend sent me some wonderful links today. (Bless you!) Here's hoping, eh?

Hope.

Hope.

Red: Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

Andy: Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

Get the references, and I'll buy ya a diet Coke, if yer ever in DC...