third attempt. i am officially pissed as hell at blogger. for some fucked up, unknown reason, the blogger window has decided to unlearn the ctrl+c and ctrl+v commands. you know? copy and paste? the god send of the blogging public? what we're supposed to be able to do to save our asses (and our long-winded, go nowhere posts)?

blogger, today you have earned my ire. bollocks to you, i say. bollocks to you and your javascript error.

so…where was i?

you never come to truly appreciate sleep until you can't get it. i tossed and turned all night, last night, for no discernable reason. i had nothing of consequence on my mind. nothing important. no worries, no impending bills. i'm guessing the culprit was the two non-drowsy allergy pills taken with coke. that'll do it every time.

another culprit could have been my cat firing up at around 7am. she's developed this annoying as hell knack of waking me up at the asscrack of dawn, regardless of the fact that i feed her right before i go to bed every night. when i finally wander downstairs to feed her, i more often than not discover that she still has a half bowl of chow sitting there.

the following is a dramatization…

her: meow! hey! get up! it's almost 6am, already! i'm hungry!
me: clyde…i just fed you a couple of hours ago. go back to sleep.
her: meow! i thought i said get up, shithead!
me: fine, fine…
[i then walk downstairs to discover the bowl is still half full]
me: clyde…you still have half a bowl of food here.
her: meow! freshen it up, jackass!
me: i swear, clyde…you keep waking me up, like this, and i'm gonna stop feeding you until that damn bowl is empty.
her: meow! go ahead and try it, fucker…then you'll learn what hell is really like.
me: yes m'am…

yes. my cat is a girl. yes. her name is clyde. i thought we went over this…

the morning started off with a bang. it seems that a transformer blew, somewhere in my neighborhood, knocking the power off for a grand total of 2 minutes. luckily, this happened about 5 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, so i went ahead and got up.

when i walked into the coffee shop for my morning mocha, the guy behind the counter that wasn't at the register said to me (still 2 people back in line) "mocha? three shots of chocolate and no whip cream?" i grinned and said bingo and it was ready by the time i got to the register. good service is always the best. having a usual rocks, as well.

she and i are talking again. i don't really know what it means, or how to proceed. my current tactic is to just play it cool. of course…she's going to read this, and then my cover is blown. ah, hell…she already knows i'm not cool.

god damn it…back to work…