Sunday, February 8, 2009

Can't live with it, can't live without it

I slept nearly all ay. I was awake until about 6:30-7am. It wasn't a perfectly sound sleep but I finally woke up about 4. I wish I could sleep now in the same position I was in all day today. The best sleep I get is when I'm on my right side perpendicular across the top of the bed. But John is asleep on his side. There is just enough room fo me to squish in perpendicularlly but its not quite the same. I do that when I absolutely have to get on my right side.

I really don't know what everyone did today but if I were to take a guess it would look remarkably like yesterday minus the de-christmasing of the house. That time filled in with some guitar playing and more working on the website. 

Fb has been amazingly slow this weekend but that has to be because the weather has been perfect allowing for more outside things. I finally got to see some pix of Shawn Cherry, a girl John used to have a serious heart-thing for in hs former life. She was a very pretty girl, but she just never looked very happy in any of the pix, which reminded me of a word John said she used to use a lot, melancholy. He said he got so sick of hearing it and dealing with her that way, he was changing how he felt about her. And Tommy Joseph sent me an email after having read one of those 'note' surveys. I think this was the High Sch Question note. He said "I didn't know all of that about you." Having absolutely no idea what he meant, I re-read my answers. I thought they were rather bland, at leas on that one. I didn't see anything of any note so I asked him which survey was refering to, just to make sure I got that part right, and what it was he had found so interesting. It'll be interesting to see what piqued his interest, if he respondes at all. Oh, and I did find one of the Bandit Partiers. My sweet friend, Michelle Godard, owned up to having been there. But she also named a few names, Phil being one of them. That blew several synapse. I had to take a time out on that one. My memory was that Phil was with dad and I in Creston that weekend. But after I thought on what she said, I am now having a huge dose of dejavue; of having asked Phil about it and he giving me a political yes. I am going to have to do some better detective work now. 

I'm still falling asleep as I write this so I'll stop now while I'm still coherent. 

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