It's after 9 p.m.! How'd that happen?
The rest of the day went on like that, things and panics and stuff, with the last pal outta the house at 7 p.m. That's how that happened. Everyone's out and about in this swelter and Mercury went direct with a vengeance.
Either today has knocked the Beest out too, or I should be concerned. She's been sleeping on the desk leaf without any bitterness or needless hostility for 2 hours. On her side, facing me. She's breathing; hell, she's dreaming. Her little toes are twitching. This sudden bout of sweetness scares me.
Ah, I go get a drink of water and come back and she wakes up, walks over me with those finger knives and goes to her food. She's fine. She'll do something terrible or annoying post-dinner. Maybe it was a fever. Or she did it just to freak me out.
Me, I did get to shower today. No hair dying but 1 outta 2 ain't bad. Why does your hair change color, anyway? I was born with honey blonde hair that went thru changes, some by my own hand. But why's it going gray -and white!?- at all?
I'm sure a lot more went on today and I recall Daryl telling me about him catching the robber (Jesus H!), and kinda bitching at the VWC woman, and Mac never calling me back (which pisses me off) but the rest is a blur.
Oh, I hope tomorrow is normal. I'm heading to bed early and try to be normal tomorrow. Beest is curling up on the couch. I'm gonna go read Rolling Stone, even though they piss me off, too.