Once again, two am. Once again, not sleeping.

I’ve got nothing to say. Everything is my head is boring to me. I’m laying on the unfolded hide away bed/couch in the living room.

My bed when I was growing up and finally got my own room was a green, plaid couch that pulled out into a bed. I slept on that decrepit thing for years. I couldn’t sleep back then either. It’s possible that the insomnia back then was caused by the big metal bar that always jabbed my back. Before I got my own room, I slept in bunk beds with my younger sister. I had the top bunk.

One wall of my room had large picture windows. I used to sit up late at night looking over the back of the scratchy, dusty couch, out the window wall into the back yard. Sometimes I creeped myself out. It was spooky back there. It was the midwest. The back yard had lots of trees.

Andy took me to Pet Smart the other day to coo over pets. We we’re already at another store nearby so it wasn’t nearly as weird as it sounds. We met some very nice birds. I’d like to go back and visit them.

I’ve come to the conclusion that as a child instead of bonding normally with my mother, I bonded with the cat. I think this is why I have the same reactions to cats and kittens as normal women have when they see a human child. It’s just a theory. I’m still working on it.

My head hurts. Someone put me to bed please.

I’m awake. I should be asleep. Typing on the laptop is only going to make things worse. Even worse than that, I really don’t have anything to write about. Figures.

I don’t feel like writing about my trip to LA. The one thing I probably have material for. I’m a little crabby and feel more like kicking stuff around with my feet rather than writing about anything. Although, since I’m tired, it follows that I’m crabby. Not going to sleep will just make it worse and then bleed into tomorrow. I have experience in these situations.

I should go to sleep. I don’t want to go to sleep.

I’m the crying child that is so obviously over tired, rubbing my eyes until they are red, fussing over nothing, throwing my toys on the ground and stomping my feet until someone forcibly puts me to bed. This is one of the great and terrible things about being an adult. No one forcibly puts you to bed anymore.

I’m back.

Didn’t know I was gone again did you?

I went to LA for a bonfire, met amazing people and had crazy adventures. Now I’m back in Vegas, in the puffy bed, watching a baseball game of all things. Andy and I are typing away on our laptops like the uber nerds that we are.

I ate a whole fish for lunch. But not the eyes, even though I’ve been told it’s the best part. I couldn’t make myself do it.

http://www.cse.unsw.edu.au/~geoffo/humour/flattery.html

I hate the Mr. Bean character.

ladies of the element
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Kevin and Nova came to Vegas for the weekend from San Diego.

That is all to report.

If you decide to willfully disobey THE MAN and make an illegal U-turn in Las Vegas and THE MAN catches you, it will cost you $190.

The highlights of the meteor shower was one pretty huge greenish glowing fireball (well, fire golfball) and a random car driving down the road with a guy yelling “Wooooooo!!!! Meteors!!!!” out the window as it drove by.

Andy and I had our first camping experience in the Element after our friends that drove out to hang out with us in the desert departed. It was successful for me, but now we know that Andy’s seats really have to be unfolded all the way. That guy is pretty tall.

Today we’re searching for a roof top container so all the junk in the back can go on top. I’m getting excited that our time in Vegas is almost done. Less than two months until freedom.