So here it is, Sunday, March 3rd and I am sitting in front of the monitor stoned outta my mind in bedroom in front of the computer after a very long, satisfying day of work.  Law and Order is on in the background and I just yawned.  It's storming outside and is very loud.  I continue to yawn and cannot think of much else to type. 

I just downloaded like 50 songs.

I'm yawning again.  Taking another hit.  Exhale..................

Everybody I know is asleep or busy getting ready for a crazy hectic Monday.  I hate being on the phone.  There's only one person I stay on the phone with for hours.  We've been having problems.

Yawning again and holding myself for comfort. 

It's cold in here, I'm shaking.

Putting on a cardigan.

Yawn again.  I should go to sleep.  Why did I smoke?  I should quit.  Yeah right it's too fun.  What else would I do?  There is nothing else.  So sad.

So, I'm yawning again.  My first little entry.  Yawning, shivering, and feeling guilty.

Tomorrow is going to be mad.  Off for two days with tons to get done.  The most fun will be getting my stitches out. 

Blackberry is vibrating.  Should I see what it is?

Of course I'm going to see what it is.  Nothing.  It's the stupid message welcoming you to this site.  Oh Dear.  I should take something to help me sleep.

But then I'll have trouble getting up.  At least I'll sleep the entire night through.  Lorazapam gives me bad dreams.  I am struggling to get out a sentence.  Today was intense. 

I hope nobody ever reads this.  Except Mike Rowe.  I love him.  Or my Deano. 

I'm off tomorrow.  Love being off during the week.  Can get back on my diet.  I drank 2 cokes today.  Sickening.