Saturday, January 29

8:40 am
Bed

Ahhh... Good Morning World.

Just sent Cate off to the shower, gonna lay here and be lazy a few more minutes.

Heading out to Jersey after breakfast, hanging out at the house for awhile before going over to the Kitchen to help with dinner.  Dorothea will be out after lunch with Jess & Steph.  Will be a nice family day, may even be somewhat calm with no Chucklehead twins around.

I probably just jinxed the day by saying that, ha ha.

Cate's almost back to normal, just stuffy head now.  Like half the population of NYC, I bet.  Winter sucks.  Thank God I've stayed fairly healthy so far.  Of course, my sinuses will go nuts the second the car comes to pick me up to take me to the plane to start the tour again.  They always do.  Never fails.  It's like my head is punishing the rest of me for having to leave home.  "Another damned plane ride and hotel room?  Fine--then I'm gonna make you sound like shit the first couple shows, Asshole."

Christ, I have talking body parts again.  Just when I got my damned balls calmed down.

Even though she's feeling better I'm still not letting Cate come to the Kitchen.  No need to take chances.  She reluctantly agreed, told me she'll stay home and make us our own cozy little late candlelight dinner.  And the little smirk she gave me when she made that offer tells me I'll be gettin' dessert, heh heh.  Thank God -- it's been a damned week since I got laid.  And I'm about to go back on the road, so I need to get it while I can.

Alright - Up and at 'em.  Here I come to save the day!!!!!

Wait -- that's Mighty Mouse, not Superman.  Why the fuck did that tune just get stuck in my head?  I ain't no damned Mighty Mouse for sure.  Okay, I'm Mighty and maybe I'm not hung like a porn star but I ain't no damned Mouse.

What's Superman again?  Oh yeah... It's a Bird!  It's a Plane!

That doesn't exactly work either.  I'm neither bird-like or plane-like.  Not anymore, anyway.  I'm too damned old to be flying on wires.  They'd need extra-strong cables for my fat old ass these days.  Then they'd probably drop me and I'd break a fucking hip or something.

I need a more fitting superhero theme.

But I can't think of any.

Oh, fuck it.