A Good Night's Sleep

[poliphilo]

I was so dog-tired I went to bed at nine. Nakisha next door was having a birthday party- and she and her friends were still playing on the street. It was like being a little kid again, going to bed with the sun still up.

Carl was here fixing things yesterday. One of the things he fixed was the hole in the woodwork that Trash the rat made burrowing out of the kitchen when I inadvertently locked him in.  I'd done such a good job blocking all his passages- gaps left in the brickwork when old pipeing was removed- that he had to dig himself a new one. I haven't seen him for a while now. I hope he's told all his cousins that this house is just one, enormous rat trap.

You don't want to hear my views on Michael Jackson.

Comments

[ideealisme.livejournal.com]

I don't think it is any coincidence that rampantly unstable people make it into the realms of entertainment stardom. There's a theory that bipolar people, for example, are only brave enough to do what they do on stage when they are on a "high"

Heh. That's weird - I just wrote a long post on the same phenomenon that you mention. And dared - dared! - to place my humble self among those luminaries!

[veronica-milvus.livejournal.com]

I look forward to your iconic album / stand up show / Booker prize award!

[ideealisme.livejournal.com]

'tis in the works - I'm trying to negotiate my way past various plotholes.