Dream Weaver....

I just wasted another full day. I laid down this morning for what was supposed to be a couple of hours - to get rid of a headache. And now, it's 8:30 at night and I'm just waking up. Whassup wit dat? Well, I would have to get up anyhow in another hour for work, so it's all good.

Tonight is clean-up night at the store - tomorrow is the "Pride Ride" thingee, where all the big-shits from the comany ride around and "grade" our stores. I'm working with B tonight -geez! Does that mean I'll have to actually talk to her? The woman is OK - but she's dumb, lazy, and repeats the same crap forty times when once would be sufficent. And her hubby, B-2 will be there all night as well. I think I'll be spending a lot of time outside scouring the parking lot for trash and cleaning the cooler too. Major sweeping, mopping and what-nots. Just so I don't have to talk to her. Ha!

I still haven't called Youngblood back in Puerto Rico. Why does that guy put up with me? I love him to death, but I'm such an assclown when it comes to returning calls. I can't help it. Well, I could, but I just don't. I think me & the phone have issues... I also need to give Brent, up in CT a call. I miss that guy way much. Russ too. (For those who don't know...which should be all of you - Brent & Russ were my upstairs neighbors back when I lived in Wilmington, NC back in 96/97. They're fantastic guys - way too straight, sexy as hell, and just totally awesome.)

Had a weird ass dream today. When I sleep too much, I have strange dreams. Go figure. I think it's my mind's way of saying "wake the hell up". I don't remember many of the details - but I was working my store - a guy comes in a blue dress... and he looks familiar, but I can't put a name to him. We're talking about the farm and have the cows been milked and fed. And don't forget to brush the horses. People are in the back of the store, trying to steal and I'm hollering at them to leave the "Mad Dog" alone. And then, I woke up. The work stuff I get - I work too much. But the rest of it.... I've never lived or worked on a farm - I'm a life-long city boy. I don't mess with cows and horses - so I don't get it. Any ideas?

Talked to Pa again last night as well... and BJ too. It rained pretty fierce for a while there, and the store was way busy. Pa is jealous of BJ. Why? There's nothing going on with me & Pa.... or me & BJ. Pa wants us to get a motel room this coming weekend. Nah! I don't think so. I know I'm working on Friday night - and probably Saturday as well. I'm probably off Sunday (Happy Birthday to me!) - but even if I'm not, I don't want to spend any more time with Pa than I have to. I cussed him out again last night - and he tried to lure me into the back room. It ain't gonna happen. He's too cocky and overbearing for me anymore. And the worse he gets - the more he's turning me against him. It was cool back in the day. I was younger and looking for something different - and he was the sexy little thug-wannabe - trouble with a capital "T"... but I've changed and so has he - and I can do so much better. I've proven that time and time again. He needs to move his bony ass on and leave me alone. I'm scared I'm going to end up snapping and hurting this guy. I don't want to do that, but he just keeps pushing and pushing..

The more I'm back ar0und Pa, the more tempted I am to give Chris a call. If I'm going to ruin my life with a lying, cheating loser, it may as well be one that I actually did love at one time, right? Chris - he's a bit of a flamer and a little too femmy these days for my taste, but he would kick Pa's ass if I asked him to - just to make up for the pain he caused me a few months ago. It's tempting, but I'm probably better off just leaving all these guys alone. I swear, there's more drama around here than TNT in the AM and their slogan is "We Know Drama"...

Enough rambling. I need to go get showered and shaved and ready for a big night at the store. Later all..

-Doug