The Shattered Prayer

My cats are seriously angry with me now. I’ve definitely interrupted their schedule.

Hot damn. I’m feeling pretty good. I wrote two whole chapters on my book today. I really cranked out the words. I feel like I should reward myself.

I thought we’d put Morrissey in the blender, so why am I quoting him in the title? Because lately its been true. Every day I wake up feeling like its still the weekend. There’s a certain ennui that has blanketed the past few days. Its been like sunday, and though Sundays are great, they’re great because they only happen once a week. Any more than that, it gets old.

Today I was thinking about what music I wanted played at my funeral. Don’t ask me why I was thinking that, I just was. No, I’m not dwelling on death or goin’ all emo on yah (:emo:), it was more a musical thought than a death one.

That long weekend was kinda hellish. If hell was really really dull and boring.

I’m not sure how weekends are different from any other day to me. I do the same thing on weekends that I do on weekdays. I read tarot, write, try to make some dosh.

So for Mother’s Day my mother got a trip to the hospital in an ambulance. That was late last night. She sounded much better this morning, and we’re unsure of when she might be cut loose.

So… Lost.

I actually enjoyed last night’s episode. I can’t really say I gave it my undivided attention, but I haven’t done that in a long time. I can say I paid more attention than I have in recent weeks. Months maybe.

When Locke’s father first appeared on the island, I thought it was pretty sucky, but the coincidence of him being the same man who caused Sawyer’s parents’ deaths was a glaring reminder of the mounting number of co-inky-dinks  that bind the passengers together.

Will petty annoyance week ever end? KK came home with lice.

Lice!

I know it happens to every grammar school kid. Well… it didn’t happen to me. I don’t remember ever having lice.

Though I did once have a roommate with crabs.

Still, yuck.