The Shattered Prayer

Twas a night of weird dreams. I always have weird dreams when Bea sleeps next to my head. I guess her purring gets my brainwaves on some strange frequencies or something.

My chariot has been found in Bulgaria. Darien, Bulgaria.

Okay, maybe not Darien. But I do dream about Bulgaria a lot, oddly enough. And now a chariot has been found there, and so soon after my chariot message.

One almost doesn’t want to turn on the news these days - its always bad. But not today! This article from Reuters really gave my day a lift. It turns out that fruity cocktails are considered ‘health food’. Hell, that almost takes the fun out of them, but not quite.

As usual, we’ll start with me. For no other reason than, in the horoscope, Gemini comes before the rest of the SPians.

Due to a rare conjunction of three potato-shaped asteroids in your astrological House of Productive and Forgivable Gaffes, you have cosmic license to make a lot of really cool mistakes. I’ve gathered some witty remarks you can invoke to disarm anyone who might be critical of your messy experiments: (1) “You’re just jealous because the little voices are talking to me and not to you.” (2) “When I have to choose between two evils, I enjoy picking the one I’ve never tried before.” (3) “Do you have a clear conscience? A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.” (4) “I don’t suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it.”

Fairly accurate this week. I really am hearing voices, and I’m sure the rest of you are jealous.

So around 5 am, I woke up, having to pee. Nothing unusual about this, it happens nearly every night. And I was just about to drag my ass out of bed to go to the toilet when I heard this deep, growling voice that sort of emerged from nowhere.

Yum!

Crust:

1 1/2 c. graham wafer crumbs
1 tsp. flour
2 tsp. sugar
1/4 c. melted butter

Press into 9″ pie-pan.

Filling:

2 eggs
1/2 c. sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
1 1/2 c. sour cream
2 (8 oz.) cream cheese, softened
2 tsp.

Holy hell, what happened to simpler days when a kid’s birthday party consisted of a cake, some ice cream, and some pointy hats? I’m back, I’m old, and I need a nap.

But hey, on the upside, I found a dollar in my jeans pocket I didn’t know was in there…

…only to have it purloined by children who wanted to buy tokens to play games.

Well I gotta say that so far this hasn’t been the worst storm I’ve ever seen. But then again, not much compares to the worst storm I’ve ever seen.

Storms always frighten KK. She’s been walking around with a portable lantern all night in case the lights go out.