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2004-12-22 - 5:40 p.m.

and then the phone died...


I was sleeping so soundly in the big green chair, nodding off unexpectedly a few hours earlier (the body obviously requested more sleep to fight off the cold-flu bug that is invading), when I think the phone rang... so deep in sleep was I that I did not actually acknowledge it to be a real phone sound until after the ringing, which is currently the music from Final Fantasy, stopped and sent the caller to voice mail...

only slightly awake, I fell back to sleep...

within a minute or two, the phone started beeping rather loudly to let me know it was very perturbed with me for sleeping through it's ringing and I must immediately, right now, fly out of sweet slumber to check to see who called...

I looked at the missed call ID and crawled to bed...

sleep would not return though as tired and needing it as this body was because my mind woke up enough to remember a couple of things... an almost forgotten promise to send money to the caller, Minnie (like I have any to really spare... the worst part about working nights is that the world, like banks, for instance, is closed when I am awake)... and with Minnie's birthday being just a few days away, my conscience would not let me fall back to sleep... and some work issues were taking advantage of that by asking me questions that could only be answered tomorrow morning, so I got up and headed out to the bank...

before leaving I packed up all the library CDs that I already copied (because I was in a semi-responsible mood all of a sudden) and found some money-related papers I needed to address ASAP (and promised myself I would address them ASAP) and headed out the door feeling sleepy, but quite responsible and generous and the good daddy (Minnie, in case you don't already know, is a loveable person I met online some time ago when she was in her early teens... somehow I was invited over to meet her mom {for whatever nefarious plans she might have had for me and her mom, insert sinister laugh here} and we became family, close enough so that Minnie calls me daddy and with her mom now gone, guess who's the parental figure in her life... she's actually a hard working person who's overcome lots of obstacles {severe health issues, family challenges and losses} and rarely calls for money-help anymore, in case you are wondering... I see all you mommy people out there {whom I love dearly} giving me the eye and wondering how many strangers have latched on to me, my heart, and my wallet over the years... well, lots... so?... yes, I'll be expecting your inquiries, messages of concern, and gentle reprimands shortly... but you better be giggling at least a little ya know)...

so anyway, I was driving to the bank and about four fifths of the way there when I realized that I did not have her account information in my wallet (and the last time the bank could not bring up her information because it was an out of state branch)... so I felt that wonderful Charlie Brown it figures feeling and turned around, realizing that rush hour traffic was rapidly approaching (since it was getting past mid-afternoon and being a couple of days before Xmas, schools were closing early, some workplaces were letting out early, and shoppers were clogging the streets 24/7... blah, blah blah blah, blah, right)...

I got home and decided it would be a good thing to check my library account to see if I had any soon-to-be-due things that could not be renewed (there I go being semi-responsible again)... as I was doing the library on the web thing, I called one of the places about one of the money-related papers and got information about addressing the paper (storage place gave me current amount due and they were reassured they've have it very soon)... then I called another place and figured out how to order my dumb BP meds through the mail instead of at the local pharmacy because the local pharmacy charges $50 for a months supply and the direct to insurance provider purchase goes for $40 for a three month supply... I suddenly felt almost responsible, sorta... sure I take my meds every day, doesn't everybody? (hey - did I mention that the last time I was at the doc she was very happy with my BP, 110/80 {though she grumbled about the weight, four and a half more pounds... I told her that was impressed that she was counting halves... she almost kicked me... she's a good doc, that one)...

should I mention that I actually corrected a typo just now?... I did not think leaving BP and BO would fit the situation...

anyway, I have one more money-paper waiting (besides the regular utility, car, insurance, and etc. bills that come around and magically make money disappear from my accounts each month), but that one must wait for my doctor to return from vacation as I need some paperwork (as in copies of bills) in order to get reinbursed (yes, this is a money-in money-related paper thing... I let the duck (you know, the TV insurance duck) take some money from my paycheck every month before taxes and use that miney to pay the deductibles on my health and dental insurance...

and the roommies just walked in with M & Ms demanding attention... what?... M & Ms do not demand your attention?...

well, I almost got through this entry which was to be the story of today without interruption... I shall pause to refresh and so you can go to the bathroom or get some M & Ms of your own...

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hello again... hope you are refreshed... we will continue now with the bubbling energy of Precious still attention seeking just beyong the laptop screen (she can be so cute) because I think I can still remember the story I was relating to you and if I pause much longer, it might become a whole different story and then I'll have to re-title it or something...

so I was just about to call Minnie to tell her the good news (that my wallet was heading toward the bank again) when the phone died... the idea of calling work to find out if anyone felt like picking up a shift tonight was brewing in the back on my mind since waking cuz I really should sleep more if I don't want this head-cold-flu-bug to turn into a monster, but the phone died... I almost considered ordering food for later while I was out running my almost-responsible errands to the bank and library and wherever since I was awake after all, but the phone died...

and then I blew my nose...

you might need a little background information as to why the last action deserved a paragraph all it's own... I'll try to be brief... you see, when this body that contains me was a wee little thing, I was prone to nosebleeds... they would just kind of happen spontaneously, especially when I was hit in the nose... really, I was a kid who did not pick my nose, never stuck anything up into it (at least not that I can remember, so it couldn't have been anything too exciting), and always chose to sniff rather than blow... it drove the grown ups crazy, but I am pretty sure this was one of those things I did that was not primarily motivated by the degree to which it drove grown ups crazy... no, I simply did not like to blow my nose... so I sniffed... and yes, when necessary, I sniffed and swallowed... hey, it was my snot, after all...

so I could give the doctors no viable explanation for why I was prone to nosebleeds and they assumed it was genetic (being without the bio-family connections, most of my maladies or habits were assumed to be genetic as it was an easy diagnosis and they, the docs, got paid just the same whether they took the easy way out or actually did some investigating and thinking... oh sure, I had lots of expensive tests... for a while they thought I was anemic, but then they attributed the green tint to my blood to my aversion to vegetables {which I've long since gotten over} because no matter how illogical that sounded, it was more reasoble than assuming I was from a species that was not on their biological charts...

ok, maybe I jest, but the nosebleeds were real... and for a while they were compaounded by hay fever which came around like clockwork on the twenty third of every August... I must have had a very sensitive nose, huh?... imagine me that last week of August desperately trying to breath (did I mention I am a nose-breather and will not breath through my mouth unless I am turning a deep shade of puce or something?), and refusing to blow my nose... it was an easy time to drop some weight because snot is an appetite suppressant...

I bet you didn't know that...

then again, maybe you did...

so anyway, to leap ahead to early adult-hood, I outgrew the nosebleeds and hay fever (and other allergies... did I mention allergy docs and weekly shots were part of my early childhood too?... those adoptive parents were such followers, anything a doctor {or dentist, for that matter... imagine, telling a seven year old he has cavities in teeth that were about to fall out... years later, when I agreed to return to the dentist again, a reputible one told me I had some work done in my mouth that did not make sense as he gave me a clean bill of health... for the rest of my teen years... I think I had two actual cavities that needed fillings in this mouth in this life, but I am digressing again, huh?)...

except when I get a head-cold... I mean, I outgrew the nosebeeds except when I get a head-cold... and now you see the poignancy of the paragraph above, to refresh: and then I blew my nose...

rather than drip everywhere and head out into traffic and run around to different places that would probably keep my blood flowing and the nose bleeding, I stuffed toilet paper up the offended nostril (go figure, this cold has been setting up residence in the left nostril, if you recall me mentioning that yesterday, but the right nostril decided to gush... and the itching that will follow, oh this will not be a fun week for my nose)...

so I sat down here to relax in the big green chair to write about the day while the phone charges and the nose coagulates (well, not the nose, precisely, cuz after all noses do not actually run, but that's another joke or something... and you don't really want to know how red is my blood, do ya?)...

and that is how today's entry was made...

hope you had a less exciting day, or more exciting if your excitement was more fun that doing semi-responsible (or almost-responsible stuff like almost paying bills and almost returning library materials and almost following through on being on time with a birthay present {shhhh, I've got four more days} and, of course, your nose can handle it...

I think the phone may be charged enough to call now, so I wish you fun and frolic without any frustration for the next two weeks... yes, it is possible, happens all the time in my mind...

maybe it's the greenish blood...






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