1449 On A Tuesday Afternoon

Relations,

It is 1449 and all is not well.

I have remained awake since yesterday morning. Have tried to sleep numerous times and the noise and sounds do not permit this. I am beginning to have an exhaustion on my body, but my mind, brains and innards say other wise. I figure sleep has to come sooner or later. Yes.

Have walked a bit to try to squeeze out the sleep. And have continued to on my medicine regimen.

The noises are maddening and I listen to Bobby Caldwell as loud as I can trying to drown out the sound and noises from between these ears. The fucking sounds and noises that keep me from rest.

Have not heard back from He-Who's-From-The-South with word from He-Who-Touched-My-Brain.  Really do figure I would receive a call later in the afternoon, so I wait. As I mentioned earlier, I know that Doc. has his Game Day face on. As he would for me.

Oh, the days back then and when I was listening to Mr. Bobby Caldwell on the radio and stereo. I still have his heart shaped single of "What You Won't Do For Love", gifted to me by an ole dear friend girl from Miami. Daisy, I sure wish I could speak with you! I miss you bunches!

Just like a Mixed Breed, I have altered a pot of greens into a soup and am happy with it. It is absolutely delicious.

It is now 1500 and am feeling as if I should stop talking. So I will.

Some people go around the world for love...

...I know I did and have.

It's Tuesday. 04 September 2012. I really am in a daze. More from the Meniere's Disease than the Love. I mean, really, what can one do?