It doesn't matter how I say it, or what language I use. I am homesick squared.
I've not been at my home, for far too long, and I miss home. Today, I am homesick. (No really, I'm sick!) I've spent far too little time with my Pebble's, and far too much time on other issues. I am home today to get a little rest. As fate would have it, Peb's is out on a girlie date with friends for the day, night or ?? She needs it bad and I'm usless to her right now. I've just plain worn myself down.
Poor Tragedy has been attempting to contact a person whom he must now believe is a unicorn of sorts. For three days he's tried and tried. Aside from a couple of quick e-mails, he must think I'm totally ignoring him. I'm not! Not at all. Once I get myself sorted out just a bit and can manage some form of short term voice for the phone, I will be calling. (maybe we should temporarily trade monikers?)
I told BadBlood that I'd have to push to make Vegas, and push, push, push I have. Right to the point of physical and mental exhaustion. I know that it will be worth it. I'll make sure of that! But I'll be incredibly bummed if I'm too worn down to enjoy myself. So I'll be resting a bit more between now and then.
Besides, I have real work to do.
a) I have to firm up the butt just a touch!
b) I have to soften the lips and trim the 'stache.'
c) I have to develop a taste for SoCo. (lord have mercy on my soul/liver)
d) I have to find my throwback jersey. ;o}
e) I have to sleep.
I want to mookie tonight, but It all depends on the sleep. Fortunately or unfortunately I can't do drugs, sleep is the only hope for an un-healthy Bam-Bam.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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That's great news!!!!!
{pause for odd look}
It's better to get sick now, get it out of your system so you can enjoy Vegas.
Half full, brudda, half full.
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