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Higher and Higher Baby

One of the good things about being on drugs is I dream a lot and actually remember them. Last night I was going to work on genealogy stuff. I was going to review a couple more Navajo books for my thesis. I was going to interview a writer forthe Seattle Times. I was going to do a lot of things which unfortunately never got done. I was beat. So I helped Deb with some house cleaning and then I made dinner for the tow of us. We watchd NYPD Blue and then decided to watch our tapes of the last 3 weeks of X-Files episodes we had missed. I got all the way through the one about the shit in the subway tunnel that was making everyone's skin burn off. That was cool. I started watching the alien baby one and that's the last thing I remember. Then about 1:30 am, Deb is yelling at me to wake up damnit! Slowly I come out of this trance I'm in and the TV is on nad the lights are on and Deb is nowhere to be seen. I thought I was dreaming. I got up and headed for the bedroom. Deb was curled up in bed with both cats. I just sort of looked at her and she said "Well finally, I thought I was going to have to throw cold water on you to get you off the couch." I told her all she had to do was shake me. She said she had been walking out there and shaking me for the last hour or so. These are some good drugs. I didn't remember any of that.

So I shut off all the lights and took another tampon-sized pill, got the coffee pot ready for the morning and got into bed. It took me like two seconds to get to sleep. I had great dreams all night. Dreams about racing my old Mustang and some of these wild lesbian girls I used to hang out with who loved to be watched while they made love. The last dream I had in the morning was about me being an orderly of some sort in a hospital. Some old nurse was trying to show me the ropes and trying to set me up with this cute little Asian nurse. There was also this very hot nurse with auburn hair who was interested in me. We were getting ready for some kind of emergency to happen and I'm wheeling gurneys around and unpacking bandages and taking out surgery tools and just as the doors to the emergency room are about to burst open, some worthless piece of shit calls our house ans wakes me up. I get out of bed, still confused as to whether I'm dreaming or awake and answer the phone with "Hello...What the fuck do you want!?" Needless to say, the line went dead. The caller ID said it was Joseph Horton. I have no idea who Joseph Horton is or why he fealt the need to call us at 7:10 in the morning but if I ever meet him, he's dead. Fucked up my dream damnit and you know you can never get back into the dream after you've been woken up like that. Man I could have saved a life. I could have at least scored with one of these buxom nurses but Noooooooo, I have to talk to fuckin Joseph Horton.

After that it was useless to go back to sleep. I leaned down and kissed Deb who rolled into the warm space I left on the bed. She closed her eyes and smiled and went back to sleep. The cats followed me out to the kitchen to be fed and I ade Deb some coffee and went to take a shower. I still haven't fully waken up and I'm still pissed at Mr. Horton, whoever he is. Damnit MR. Horton, I'm almost 36 years old. I don't have the opportunity to save lives or get laid by beautiful young nurses every day. Next time wait until after 7:45 to call me.

Oh well, I'm here at work so I guess I should try to get some work done. We get paid today. Unfortunately it's already spoken for by a vast array of bill collectors and utility companies as is my impending Federal Tax return check which should get here by Friday. I already got my State check and promptly cashed it and gave the money to Deb for bills. This time of the year really sucks. We get our raises next month and that should help. I'm walking a fine line right now as I know many of my friends are. Hopefully Spring and Summer will be better.

Peace,

Wander

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ex_dragonfly63
Feb. 28th, 2001 08:32 am (UTC)
*Hugs some more, just because*

I'm still being optimistic when I can. It's going to get better, it has to.
wander
Feb. 28th, 2001 08:42 am (UTC)
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It can't get any worse can it?......Can It?

When do you leave? Will the map be helpful?


*Hugz back*

Wander

ex_dragonfly63
Mar. 1st, 2001 06:08 am (UTC)
*There* it is! I was looking to reply to this post! :)

I leave tomorrow morning, and thanks for the maps! Unfortunately, my printer did some odd things to anything typed in black, so many of my maps were hazy.

Unfortunately, I think I'm going to be headed through Richmond after all. Our car is having some issues already, so I'm going to have to take the quickest route possible to save on wear and tear. Eventually, I'll get used to the drive, and it won't be so stressful for me. :) Thank you again, though!

*HUGS some more!*
cuddles
Feb. 28th, 2001 08:52 am (UTC)
*hugz both Dragonfly and Wander just for fun*

Hey man my friend Joe gave me your number and I tried to call you this morning but didn't get any answer. You must have been asleep or something. Hehehe.

An orderly huh? Yeah that's just what I wanna see before going in under the knife: Your ugly mug making out with two nurses. LoL.

I know what you mean about the "can't get the same dream right after waking up" clause in sleeping though. I always seem to wake up right before I: score, save the day, go splat, figure it all out, finally get to meet George Carlin. Course when I go back to sleep right after wards I'm:geting sent to jail for rape, being blown up, being scraped off the pavement, commited to an insane asylum, meeting Richard Simmons all respectively. This is why once I'm up it's for good.

Take it easy man it'll workout.

Later

Cuddles
wander
Feb. 28th, 2001 08:59 am (UTC)
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Now that's funny! Thanks man!

Peace,

Wander

zahrah
Feb. 28th, 2001 09:09 am (UTC)
i soooooo cannot wait fooor springggg let alone summerrrr!!! OMGGGGG
dragoneerl
Feb. 28th, 2001 09:21 am (UTC)
Huh? You used to hang out with lesbian girls who liked to be watched while they made love? And now you dream of them? You lucky bastard! I don't even have dreams that good and you used to LIVE it? Augh! Some people have all the luck. Oh well, hope you get to feeling better soon, even though being sick seems like a minor inconvenience if you get to relive your days of frolicking with lusty exhibitionist lesbians.

Dragoneer
wander
Feb. 28th, 2001 09:32 am (UTC)
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Yeah, I used to live life fast and free. I'll have to do a post about my youth one of these days. I've still got lesbian friends who would let me watch but It would be a little hard to clear that with Mama bear me thinks.

Wander

dragoneerl
Feb. 28th, 2001 01:33 pm (UTC)
I suppose sometimes you have to sacrifice a cheap thrill for the security of a steady partner, eh?

Dragoneer
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