can't sleep cuz my bed's on fire

"Cuz" reminds me, that Sasquatch girl of my acquaintance from my Wayne Zymore days complained about it, which she doesn't even have a college education & didn't spot it as deliberate -- her job was as a chemical dependency counselor out at the Invisible Reservation until she fell off the wagon. They would've given her her job back if she sobered up & attended the Scooby Club, something I don't really miss, Jeffer or otherwise.

But, "cuz" aside, the allusion to the Toking Heads should be obvious, & though my bed isn't literally on fire, I'm a real live wire. After 2 days with some kind of bug, going to bed early & actually sleeping until 7:00 cuzza 3 temazapam, last nite I only took 2 & woke up at 4:20 this morning; wish I had some. When the marijuana is in the smoke & the smoke is in my lungs I'm better off than dead.

So yesterday Car-girl & I mailed all our X-mas packages. We crammed a bunch of things into envelopes as well as a couple shoe boxes. All in all, it came out to 22 buckadingdongs for the whole mess.

After we were done at the PO we went to Pizza Hut, where Car-girl ordered some hot wings & split them with me; I didn't have lunch besides a peanut butter sandwich cuzza my tooth, which is still aching. We sat around drinking diet Pepsi until Trish got off work. Car-girl had to go pick someone up, so she came back once Trish finished her personal pan pizza.

After we cruised Dawn's Highway for home Trish showered, following which we watched the Fantastic 4 again, before returning it to Albertson's. I called John to let him know we'd mailed the tapes, though I guess John-George hasn't acquired a taste for comix yet -- I asked if he'd seen the movie. Biggie boycotts consumerism & Fearless Taco simply boycotts entertainment.

We ate baked chicken from when it was on sale, taters & carnie. Then we watched Alias Smith & Jones on the Western channel while I babbled with Wako for 1/2 an hour.

& so it goes.

(R U really still not sure I'm actually Curt Vague-&-Nuts?)