Neanderpundit

I don’t know if it’s the fact that I took a four hour nap yesterday, or the events of yesterday, or the seventeen pound Gyros i ate for dinner, or the cat singing the Night Song (MrrrOOOOOW. MrrrOOOOOW. MrrrOOOOOW.MrrrOOOOOW MrrrOOOOOW.MrrrOOOOOW in the middle of the damned night)but I can’t sleep worth a crap. I managed to nap a bit between one and two, to be annoyed by a wierd ass dream.

I’m Carrie Anne Moss in the dream, and it’s amazing I manage anything between touching myself and staring at myself in a mirror. I’m on a spaceship somewhere with Demi Moore, who I keep calling a stupid skank, and whose brain-dead boyfriend keeps showing up on the ship as a hologram projected by a three foot tall phallic automaton. He never has anything like advice, he just jumps in to say “I get to fuck Demi Moore tonight” and she smiles and I think to myself how pathetic she is. Anyway, we are being held hostage by a big haired android who looks just like Cher only with fewer plastic surgery scars, and we don’t know her intentions but suspect them to be distasteful. So Demi uses a pair of 70’s platform heels to knock the valve off a propane tank and we set Cher’s hair on fire and get her to go find out what is going on. The ensuing explosion sucks the oxygen from the ship and Demi and I suck air from old packing crates until the ships systems renews the oxygen. We walk through the wreckage and nothing is left of Cher but piles and piles of smoking silicone implants and Merlin game parts. I tell Demi she’s gonna end up like that someday and she kicks me with a full roundhouse that catches me in the stomach and knocks the air out of my lungs, but as I go down I nail her other foot to the floor with a big dive knife. I catch my breath as she howls in pain, and we wind up wrestling on the floor until we’re sweaty and naked and covered in the blood from her foot and pieces of Cher’s imitation anatomy. We stop as we hear the applause of hundreds of thousands of barely postpubescent boys and realize we’re being filmed. I wake up in a cold sweat, still feeling myself, and think, my tits are bigger than hers.

Having spent today chasing down and informing my best friend and his brother about their mother’s demise, I’ve had enough.

I’m going afield tomorrow, to hunt deer. I hope I see a couple. I have to zero in a new scope first. I will be doing both things on the same property, Kingsbury Fish and Wildlife area in Kingsbury Indiana. Where I broke my 25 year cherry last year. A good thing, you know? I do know I’m anxious to leave all this behind me and go where I can be at complete peace for a couple of hours. This is long overdue.

Couple years back, partner’s dad died at home. His mom was out vacationing with a friend.

Mom went over to find the guy sitting in bed, the dog shivering with fear in a corner.

This morning mom found partner’s mom dead, sitting in the living room.

I drove up to his house to wake partner up and tell him the news, twice I’ve had to deliver news like that. He had to steady himself on a chair. I didn’t know what else to do, but better from a friend than from a cop.

God rest and keep her in the hollow of his hand. God keep Partner safe and sane through this.