sleep? what’s that? (and) Strange Animals, cont.

Like last night, I am having a hard time getting to sleep. I hate when I get into these periods. Normally I have to have at least 10 hours of sleep, preferably 12. but then I get into a mode where I cannot sleep worth anything for a night or two. I hope it doesn’t turn into a completely sleepless night like last night. I didn’t get to bed until 7:30. Luckily, even though mom didn’t know it, she let me sleep in till 11. But still.

There are 2 games for the iPod that I have become completely addicted to…Peggle and Phase. I play them, thinking I will play only a couple of rounds, then I realize that I have been playing for ages. I am the same way with Titan Quest on my computer. I don’t get into gaming moods very often, but when I do, I sink into them. One nice thing about Titan quest, is it gives me ideas for Hubris.

Tomorrow, I will be spending a lot of time helping dad lay the bamboo flooring in the office, then we need to build the custom shelves, and I will then be able to move into it. It will be so nice to get the computer out of my room…partly because I am on it when I should not be, partly because the lights irritate me sometimes at night, and mostly because my cat, Clarence, loves to climb all over the equipment and knock things off. So I either get woken with crashing noises, or the creak of metal and plastic as he walks across it. I am so looking forward to having the office, where I will be able to have my research material organized and places to put things.

I am not looking forward to Monday. I go to the dentist. My teeth are horrible. They are cracking and crumbling, and I am in constant pain with all of them. I know they are going to try to convince me to let them “fix” them, but I am tired of the constant pain, the constant problems cropping up, and I know they are affecting my health and aggravating my health problems. So I am going to have them yank them. Both my mom and her mom had to have dentures put in at a younger age too, and my grandma’s teeth did the same thing mine are. Besides, I know dentures are going to be costly, but I know that trying to fix these suckers will cost me a lot more. I know dentures will not be a miracle cure, I know I will have problems over the years with them, but compared to what I am putting up with in regards to my teeth now, it will be worth it.

I have determined that the gods are going to let my body decay thoroughly, yet keep me alive. By the time they are done with me, I will be completely decayed…which will only reflect the fact that I am rotten to the core ;-)

I am waiting for my iPod to finish syncing, then I am going to go read and hope that I will go to sleep. Hope is a very vicious demon. Both my sister and I feel that hope was the cruelest demon released when Pandora opened the box. Don’t know why I still say “I hope this” or “I hope that” when I know all it does is slams me down in the long run. I guess it is sort of like begging to the gods for help, when they do not want to listen LOL.

Ok, I am going to put two more “strange animals” up. That will leave two more to finish the segment. Hope (there is that dreaded word again) that you enjoy these two.

 

Strange Animals, cont.

Next we have Boots. Boots is a…well, I don’t know for sure what he is, other than almost totally black. He showed up one day and never wanted to leave. So we eventually adopted him. We figure someone dumped him and, somehow or other, like all animals do, found out that we must be the place to live. I swear he should be in a circus. He flops himself any which way he can. he will leap across the couch. We cannot keep him penned in, his theme song is “Don’t fence me in”. Anytime he goes outside, he almost immediately finds a way through, over or under the fence. We have tried everything we can to keep him in, but he must be part Houdini. It is not uncommon for him to squirm his way around on the couch so that he is on his head in the corner, or he is literally bent in half sideways. He is always bringing friends home with him as well.

Then we have our plucked turkey…I mean our Blue-and-gold Macaw, Samantha. She lived in two abusive homes before she was rescued by one of our friends and then us. And she is only 17 years old, just a baby. She has had so much emotional trauma to her that she refuses to let any feathers grow on her except her wings. Any time they start growing, she plucks them out. And if she is not getting enough attention, or if I walk past her, she squawks and screams. I threaten (especially in the wintertime) to release her into the wild ;-)