can't sleep...have to get up at 5 am...i am doing the worrying gig tonight...it sucks big time.
ah well..such is life......at least..this life.
i want to win the lottery....it is the only way i will ever get out....win a huge chunk of cash and set saints up to run without me. sometimes i can't help it...i just want a chance of a bit of a more normal kind of life.
it's not that i don't love them..it is just i want my own bed and a little bit of comfort and boring peacefulness someday again.
this too shall pass..it always does...tonight is just one of those nights i suppose.
it is a good thing i got up to worry a little....molly got her bed fixed up all nice and comfy..gosh she is starting to look so very frail and old. mini -me is coming out of her heat...once she and sweetie are spayed, things around here will be a bit easier i think. cabot is settling pretty well...he is a problem with way too much interest in sweetie right now so he has to be kept separate from her. and fergus has a real knack for annoying tina and a few of the other dogs. he is sweet as they come but he is one of those brainless busy kind of cockers whose constant obsessive ball searching gets on their nerves at bedtime.
i guess i better go see if i can squeeze out a spot to sleep on the bed...they have probably taken over the whole god damn thing while i got up to worry.
Tammy, I don't think she disliked your Copacabana rendition, it's just that she is actually slightly deaf. This could be a blessing when listening to Barry Manilow though.