ok, this is strange... remember that I said strange, not interesting... so I am finding myself staying overtime at work again because the day staff didn't show up and ruminating over the inconsistencies I found in the reports from the day before (whether anybody really acknowledges it or not, I am that particular cog in the wheel that keeps the wheel rolling, however wobbly, at this place and sometimes even my egocentric creativity can not make sense of the mess some combinations of staff make of the already shaky behavioral program... did I mention I play with young girls all night long at a psychiatric hospital?... very stimulating work, actually, but enough mindless titilation, there was a point to all this and I may never get to it today, but eventually, maybe) and even as I was explaining it verbally in the morning I was finding myself giving myself strange looks (don't worry, it happens all the time where I work)... the sadly serious thing is the girls suffer for inconsistent and incompetent staff and management and there's both a plenty at this particular hospital aka behavioral center... I can not divulge any more because I've taken an oath, and besides, you wouldn't want me to tell the world how crazy you are, would you?...

the inmates do run the asylum...

and so I finally busted out and the energy woke me up so I am sitting here rambling on here while munching on cold veggie pizza (and there is no truth to the rumour that I order veggie pizza cuz Rasputin doesn't like it and therefore there is more leftover for me, I happen to love veggies on or off pizza and I love pizza with or without veggies and sometimes I just want more, I mean veggie pizza... besides, I was eating veggie pizza long before Sally moved in... before we ever met... heck, before he was even born... who's confused?) while burning a Bob Marley mix CD that my too cute co-worker left behind when she ran out the door screaming {no, not really, but it would make this entry more interesting, aye?... well as if there were not enough synchronicitious moments in this universe, she mentions she's on friendster and has been for two whole days and as some of you may recall {that was sarcasm, by the way, a taunt to those who do not read everyday and to those who do, a taunt towrds memory and ultimately, me and mine... I me mine I me mine I me mine} and she says she's gonna add me... who knows what i'm in for now, huh?... an amusement park of fun, no doubt) and if I could only stay awake I'd burn some more while redoing the laundry that I forgot to pull out of the washer and drying before work last night while doing maintenance on my laptop while typing this entry on Sally's computer while petting the cats with my feet... multitasking is the crisco, ya know...

oh if I only had some coke or no-coke-pepsi I'd be ready for the prime time players... be careful, the mixture can be explosive... but don't let the manic fool you, I just walked over the the other desktop to finish the CD burn and nodded off...

so where were we?...

wait, the phone... it was Sally wanting information about the high school special program cuz our daughter Popeye (oh no, I better come up with a better name for her before she gets here... she's not really my daughter by birth, just by heart to heart where it counts if you know what i mean... I'm gonna marry her when I grow up... and the cat purrs an approval of sorts... ok, let's start this again), I mean Ralph will most likely be moving in with us soon and she needs to get enrolled in the high echelon super-program cuz she's a flipping genius... and amazing thing do happen cuz I wandered into my room telling Sally that I'd have to call to get the details cuz I have no idea where I might have put the paper on which I wrote said details last year when they decided Ralph would not move down here and I reach out blindly for a piece of paper amongst dozens of pieces of paper that were under a piece of cardboard on a table next to my bed and what do I find in my hand if not that very same piece of paper upon which I wrote the details last year... name, rank, phone number of the head honcho of the world we need to get Ralph into... so Sally will call the school and find out more details about how to get Ralph enrolled in the special genius program cuz she's a flipping genius (did you know that?)...

what were we waiting for, anyway?...

I must go fold clothes now... if I am still awake when I am done, I will probably find myself babbling elsewhere... remember, everything that does not happen right here happens elsewhere...

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