what better time to write?

Ok so it is 5:42...ok 5:43, I am not sure if there is a better time to write. I promised last time that I will tell of the harrowing tale of getting a rejection letter from Tin House magazine. That doesnt seem that important just now. I just want to sleep and that is the last thing that comes right now. I have various problems... like allergies and that leads to breathing problems which is leading to me being up at the butt crack of dawn...to coin a phrase. I wish I could work up the energy to go to the store to get some kitty litter that Oya deaparately needs, but that just seems so depressing at 5 in the morning. It is less sad when the day has started in full, or at least that is what I am telling myself. so I will stay on the couch and then try to move my carcass to the bed after this blog and I have blown out the candle in the bathroom that I am praying helps with the smell of stinky litter in the bathroom. Geez, I am lazy and broke. Oh well, at least I am on vacation from work this week. you know I would really like to be able to get things done on this vacation, but my mind keeps telling me, "yeah right, like that is going to happen." maybe i should listen to it. or maybe I should just tell my brain to fuck off. I hate to be one of those people. the ones that use curse words, but you know sometimes they just make you feel so damn good. Like times when someone is acting like an asshole and you have the joy of retorting with a really superior comeback. It is like that good. Oh well, no one will want to read this tripe if I dont come up with a theme soon,...so....tune in next time, when Jenny will reveal...a theme!