dreaming of bottles

dreaming of bottles

"You look rough," Judas, TBOC, observed.  "I mean, I heard the kids all night.  Been busy, huh?"

I nodded.  I made three bottle for the new one, and had a cranky boy who wanted all night to just get up and play.  and then he screamed his head off when I wouldn't get him up.  The little sleep I did get, I ended up dreaming of baby bottles.

I started some coffee.  I sent an email back to the guy at Conewago Coffee at Cygnet studios in E-Town.  I said I would take the Tuesday, March 21st, date.  I'll be reading and story telling at about 7pm... until who knows.  I asked him to tell me how long he'd like me to read.  Now I just need to get people to comeo ut and listen to me.  I guess I have to pretend I like people again to shmooze.

"You're still taking me, right?" Judas, TBOC, asked. 

Yes, Judas, the bag of chips, will be there. 

"What about me?" Jesus, the Mexican Gardener sandwich, asked.

I think he's starting to smell bad.  I wonder if I should have put him in the fridge.  eh...oh well.

I think I need coffee now.

fuck