I was up until 3 in the morning writing that post on "The Kids Are All Right" which apparently took all of my thoughts and words because I couldn't think of anything else to write about for the rest of the week. I will say that I did enjoy my sleep deprived mania on Monday though I have mild regrets about calling Deborah from Peaches and Coconuts on the actual telephone and babbling uncontrollably for 1 hour and 12 minutes. We (more accurately, "I") talked so long that the crick of my arm (Do I need to define "crick"? You know, the part on the other side of the elbow) was sweaty and the phone (my Blackberry which is weird to have a long conversation on anyway) was stuck to my ear (the left one if you must know) with sweat as well (how many parenthetical statements can we have in a sentence? Clearly, many). We were plotting a lesbian takeover of the internet which required me to talk about how I think our house smells like feet. Um, yeah - that's relevant. Deborah was patient and kind - she's a great person to call when you are tired/drunk/high/crazy. Anyway, it's been a weird week. I've been trying to catch up on sleep. I guess I can't stay up until the wee hours anymore without paying the price later because I am an old woman (named after my mother/my old man is another/child that's grown old - line from which song? Anyone? And, by the way, yay for parentheses!). So, today I have no words but I do have a picture - it's me in my county issued bedbug kit!
"Hi! It's me...your friendly county social worker. Can I come in and talk to you for a bit?"
The only thing this outfit is missing is a tin foil hat.