And drive sleepy.

This most recent cock-tease of rain has made bugs appear in droves. That is where the trouble began.

As I was trying to go to sleep, just at that second before dropping from the cliff of awakeness, I heard some cocksucker of an insect running its stupid face into the walls. That had the cats doing their little tittering and meowing. And pouncing. Don’t forget that.

So, I got angry. I was this close (insert image of me holding my fingers very closely together) to being asleep. And you ruined it. I’m sorry, but you have to be smashed with a shoe. With extreme prejudice.

For the rest of the night, I woke up to every sound and every movement. I even hallucinated that someone was knocking at the front door. No one was there. If there had been someone there, this would have been my message to them:

Yeah. Today is thunder day. I have a bank trip for Jesus this morning. After that, I could be going to Little Rock, I could be staying here, I could be doing neither. One never knows where one will end up on days like these.

All I know is that I like this song:

Okay, I’m going to go smoke before I punch someone. More soon. ~SC