I feel super drained now and don’t want to do anything else for the rest of the day. But I guess I had better tape some plastic to my windshield. Was supposed to get it done in Gallup today. Truck wouldn’t start. Called AAA and they tell me my account is inactive and I say it cannot be and I get passed around on the phone-go-round finally getting told that I owe them money because I used their service 13 times in 2011 which is just not true and I am not going to pay towing charges for tows I did not receive and they can go fuck themselves if they think they can bully me. Then I called John and he came over and gave me a jump start and Conrad and Michael showed up as I called them too( I do tend to go a little overboard) and they checked to see if it was my alternator and then said they didn’t think I needed a new battery but just needed to clean it up and they did that for me while I got on the phone to the window guy to make sure my windshield was on the truck and he fobbed me off so I’m sure it wasn’t on the truck and when I called Manny but it was too late to get one ordered for tomorrow so I googled for Albuquerque and found the Glass Emporium and they are gonna be the cheapest at 117. And the guy on the phone had a voice that made me want to curl up in his arms and I’m just going to get there by 11:30. I guess that will give them time to put it in before my meds appointment. I’ll call apple soon and make an appointment to have my laptop looked at and figure out where moms music shop is to have my ukulele looked at, sometime I should find a park to take Jello because I am totally taking her along. She’s real good in big cities. People like the look of her and like to approach and reach out to her and then she growls. It’s a soft growl only unless she feels provoked to mean business. I like it that she does that. I feel completely safe with her. She’s been getting lots of hugs just lately since Banana disappeared. We are pretty comfortable together.
Look at this dog looking at you, looking at the camera, looking at me. She’s looking at me with that love in her eyes, so happy to be on my lap. Such a sweet dog. She’s gone missing in Candy Kitchen. Keep an eye out for her, for me. She’s my service dog, an emotional support dog. We need each other.
those damned dogs. constantly on the watch for a jailbreak. they got out again and couple hours later Jello comes back alone. i don’t like it. drove up and down the road while there was still daylight. blowing the whistle. grilling poor Jello “where is Banana? where did you leave her? why didn’t you stay together?” what does she know of what i am talking about? she just looks worried by my accusatory tone and ready planning the next adventure.
you were my last visitor
i always visit you, like a stalker
i’m feeling hyper. i write to you what i should be writing in a diary. maybe i’ll just copy and paste this onto my blog. i know a couple people that actually like reading my crazy little rants and raves. for quite some time now i’ve only been writing to you. i’ve been asked about that. people wonder about the silence. they want to read about my suffering. not because they want me to suffer but just because they care and if i’m not writing about my suffering then what am i doing. that’s what i think anyway.
now i forgot what i was writing to you about in the first place.