Two Posts In A Night (can't be a good sign)

I suppose technically it's tomorrow (or today, er rather the day after the other post and therefore NOT two posts in a day but merely two posts hours apart...though in Hawaii it's still yesterday today...yeah it's been THAT kind of day...yesterday) It's nearly 1am is what I'm trying to say! I just feel alone tonight. Shell went to bed early right after putting the baby down and left me to watch the horrible-ness that was the Falcons served up to the Saints on the Monday Football game. Sure, someone shouldn't get so wrapped up in a silly old game, but I've been a Falcons fan for 30+ years and I've suffered...SUFFERED says I, as a loyal fan- not the kind who just bought the jersey because Mike Vick is cool. I lived through the coaching of Marion Campbell (TWICE!) Anyway, a loss like that just leaves me cold. Emotionally. Which would be fine IF I wasn't also PHYSICALLY cold because I got so sopping wet at the aborted softball game where I soaked through three layers of clothes, my skin, and I think my reincarnated self (who by the way will be a tiki torch salesman in Chico, California...but that's a story for a different time. *tap tap tap* Is anyone even out there? Helloooooooooo.... I decided not to take my sleeping pill tonight (mistake, much?) and now even the dogs are looking at their wrists and muttering, "dude, seriously...we've got to catch some shut-eye...we've got squirrel duty at 0900". When your dogs turn their backs (and hind legs) on you, not to mention make lame ass excuses like that, you're just screwed pal. s-c-rewed. I did however manage to see one of my favorite episodes of The Sopranos (Fortunate Son- where Tony figures out his panic attacks are meat-related because he saw his dad chop off the fingers of the butcher, and Chris gets made finally and has to resort to robbing a Jewel concert to make enough money to pay points up to Paulie). So the night wasn't a total loss. Unless you're Chris (or Jewel)I guess. It just reminds me that I've got to get an evening part-time job soon. I too have to kick some moolah upstairs...except in my case it isn't my mob overboss- just my wife who pays all the bills. In mafia lingo she's a good earner. In mafia lingo I'm Fredo...and we all know where he ended up, capice?!? Mind you I don't think she'd have me whacked...just maybe break a thumb...maybe. She's been the breadwinner and I've been the stay at home Dad, which I think has been good for Gracie's first year but I've got to get back in the game and take some of the pressure off...wet my beak a little too...I'm jonesin' for a DVD rush and I want a new camera, a working video camera, oh and a pony. (ok not really, but I had you there...juuuuuuuust for a second) The weather forecastster/witch doctor says that this weekend is going to get bitterly cold, the high will be 10C on Saturday...the high...THE HIGH!!!!! Apparently the low will be like Neptune, so Shell has the electric blanket on the bed which when heated after I've showered with my peach soap and shampoo'd (that sounds gross) with my watermelon shampoo makes me smell kinda like a cobbler...not the shoesmith- the baked fruit dessert kind of cobbler. I really need to sleep, can't you tell? I even fired up my chat platforms tonight to see if someone could spare me the echo chamber that is my 1am sleepless brain...but alas it seems everyone I know is somewhere else...probably having a life, or sleeping, or even being inaugurated into the mob (not likely, but you never can tell these days)... But to be on the safe side, I'm staying away from Jewel concerts.