half dead

That's me. Half dead. Maybe 3/4 dead.

First of all, i dreamed last night that I was a serial killer. I didn't dream so much about the actual killing, so much as the planning and then after and not getting caught part. I killed at least 4 people in the same place in the space of a short time. Apparently they didn't think to lay in wait for me. I totally was not in any danger of getting caught. I wonder what this signifies? I mean, I'm about to visit family . . .

Yesterday and today we worked really hard on cleaning and putting on the finishing touches to getting the house ready to sell. Now we wait. Wait. Wait. This is a lot like being a writer and waiting for editors. . .  Crap. How did I manage to find another way to do that?

I smell bad. First of all, I need a shower from all the work I did today. But on top of that, I put purple in my hair two nights ago, and then last night decided I wanted more. So I put it in and then poured vinegar on it because I read it would help make it vivid and last longer (I mean, works with easter eggs, right?) and so I'd already showered and I was supposed to let the vinegar dry and wait . . . So now I smell like BO and vinegar. I'm a very strange salad. I'm about to shower. Is that TMI? It is probably TMI.

Tomorrow I have a ton of stuff to do again. Dentist for girl, eye doctor, pay bills, bank, shampoo carpets, pack for oregon (as in load a shitload of crap for the family into the trailer), dust and vacuum the house in prep for going, water, mow lawn, comb dogs, and . . . well, there will be a lot more. The list gets longer with every moment. I sooooooo need a vacation in order to get away from the house.

I also can't seem to control my trucker mouth at the moment. Wonder why that is.

For those of you in the US, Happy Fourth! Enjoy the fireworks and drive safe. Also be safe with the whole pyro thing. And don't let the skeeters carry you away.