Thursday, 18 September, 1997 07:55

A crummy day's sleep. I kept waking up and looking at the clock. I hate it when that happens. Then, after I got to work, I didn't have time to get coffee even. But everything is all better now... I've had coffee and a couple of Tylenol for this headache that never wants to leave.

I forgot to mention Tuesday that Steve and Mary and Karen and I missed connections... I had told Steve that I might be going to Oklahoma, and when I didn't return his call, he thought that I had, so they ordered pizza. O'well, next time...

On my next period off, we will be going to Wichita and to Enid. We'll be delivering a bed to mom from Karen's mom Betty. She and Charlie had bought some of those really snazzy do-everything beds, and of course she doesn't need two of them now. I think that it would be just perfect for mom, but I haven't talked to her about it yet, I guess I better do that first, and not just show up with it...

I had thought that my arm would be really sore when I woke up, and sure enough, it is. The interesting thing is, it's getting sorer as the night wears on. It's a really deep soreness, more the muscle than the skin now. Hurts everytime I move my arm, which I have to do a lot of.

This, too, shall pass. I will heal, and find something else to bitch about.

When I came home I found the fat cat (midnight) laying on the paper. I moved her and found that, in addition to laying on the paper, she was laying on a Mint Dream that Karen had got me.

To truly understand my feelings toward Mint Dreams, you have to know a little bit more about them. They are made by Russel Stover and they are wonderful. I would not endorse a product on this page unless I thought it was really great, of course, and no amount of money will buy my opinion. However, if the owners of Russel Stover wish to thank me, I do believe that is acceptable. A life-time supply of pristine (we'll get to that in a minute) Mint Dreams would be appropriate....

Mint Dreams are very delicate confections. There is this wonderful mint gooey stuff surrounded by this relatively thin shell of wonderful chocolate.... sorry, I'm drooling on the keyboard... Anyway, to make a long story short (but what would be the point of that, anyway?) very few make it to the store shelves unscathed. Yes, through mishandling, they sometimes get squashed. People are exceptionally mean sometimes, and they squash them on purpose. One time in Dillon's (our local grocery store) I saw a fifteen-year-old reach into the bin and start squashing them, one by one. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying it... and he could tell by the look on my face that I was going to kill him. He backed off quickly and, after separating from me by about twenty feet, turned and ran.

Occasionally, one can find a Mint Dream that is totally perfect: the chocolate shell has not been ruptured, and it has not been exposed to excessive heat. Such a Mint Dream must be cherished and admired before it is consumed. It is really hard for an atheist such as myself to accept that there is no one to thank for a pristine Mint Dream. But I do my best, you understand...

Back to the story: I saw the Mint Dream, which was at least partially flattened and melted just from the fat cat's body heat. I knew that Karen had felt of probably twenty Mint Dreams before she found the most perfect one in the bin (she's very good to me, Karen is!).

The fat cat had fucked up a pristine Mint Dream.

She is not used to getting yelled at, especially with the volume and timbre that I was using. She travels really fast when she thinks that it is necessary... and the Mint Dream was, as usual, delicious. But I wish that I could've seen it when it was perfect....

On another subject entirely... no, I am not going to photograph my balls and put them on-line, like Scotty (look up the URL yourself, dammit) did. I don't care how many of you ask, I'm still not gonna do it! Is that clear?

Enough for one day.... Tomorrow, I will discuss The Gus...