Couldn't sleep last night. This is a common occurrence which I would love to say is getting old, or maybe even getting normal, but I'd have to remove the "getting" from both. It's normal and old and as of late it's making me feel psychotic. More so than usual. And that's scary.
The dogs and I ended up walking all over creation and most of that creation was the beach. I have this bizarre relationship with the beach. I love the water. I hate the sand. Come on, if you have been to the beach, you know the fucking sand gets into everything. Add water to the deal and you're never ever getting rid of it. It's like glitter. Made from the devil and impossible to get rid of once you introduce it to your life. But glitter is shiny and fun! And I have two dogs, so that's three times as much everything as usual. But the sand is quite literally 50% of the deal now isn't it? I love the ocean. I can sit by it for hours when I remember it exists or if I am having an especially draining day. Massive things I cannot control that could kill me help my state of mind and help me remember I am just a small insignificant drop in this spinning dirt ball bucket. So to speak. I will miss the ocean but I keep reminding myself it is only a day away from Phoenix if I just can't take it. Which is rather unlikely but an exciting little road trip idea nonetheless. Also, if I play my cards right, it could end up being a camping venture and those are always so much fun...
It's overcast and chilly today. The perfect laundry day. Since the dogs are completely wiped out from our late night wanderings, it's an even more spectacular plan. I might strip down their beds and the car hammock and go ape shit wild and just do it all so my car doesn't reek like dog and dirty bedding. Not that I am opposed to those smells but it gets disgusting when you trap both odors in a car for days on end.
So I booked myself until the 27th. Can you stand it? I'm glad I asked but I am going to see if I can leave the 25th regardless without playing for the last two days. I have it stuck in my head that I am leaving the 25th so I am all ants in my pants. I get like that. I'm really only good for 2 - 10 days until I start getting clammy palms and the pacing begins. I'm not sure why I thought I could handle 14 days. The only thing I can compare it to is when you are super super hungry and order two appetizers and an entree and when the entree shows up you realize your eyes were bigger than your stomach and you should have just gotten the appetizers or an entree, but certainly not both.
I am the only person I know who can't handle long vacations. Well, if anyone wants a room in Pompano Beach for a couple days, just let me know. It's available until the 27th. :)
Oooo... I will leave off with some fun camera phone pictures:
These are good examples of the difference between Tab and Jim. These were taken at the same time on a windy day. She is standing in the shower stall having a mental breakdown... It's funny until you have to take a shower or just want her to stop acting like a complete fool.
My fish are doing surprisingly well considering their circumstances. Traveling fish...
I couldn't get a decent picture of this dude to save my life. Seriously, if you put a gun to my head and told me to get a decent picture of him, you would have to pull the trigger. I am paranoid enough without adding spiteful fish to the list, but it's as if he knows... Well, joke's on him. He's a super pretty little thing but who'd know? What a jerk. No seriously! Look at him! Look at that smug look on his face! If he had fingers, he'd be flipping us off.
Since the other fish is conspiring against me and my photography skills, this little dude is bumped up to favorite status. He's also a fabulous fish to look at and takes his job very seriously by posing for the camera and swimming about all day like he's saying, "Look at me! Look at me! I am so beautiful! Try to take your eyes off me! I dare you!". It makes up for the other fish's blatant disregard to his due responsibility which makes me hope this fish isn't an enabler. That's not something you want to get into the habit of after all...
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