Saturday, February 28, 2009


i have been up since 4 o'clock this morning, listening to the rooster mafia intimidate the neighborhood. i am still recovering from this strange new orleans' sickness and am wondering why my body will not let me rest via much needed sleep. and the rooster crows. the rooster crows.
There came a rooster screaming,
Eyes a gleaming
Beating, beating down my chamber door.
how poe might have written the poem had he lived here. i still have not replaced the batteries in my bedside clock and it's been over a month. that is ridiculous. perhaps it was all the excitement on the street yesterday that has me up and incredibly restless. damn, i'm really tired though but i just can't sleep. my dog is up now and that does not bode well for tomorrow morning. i'm ignoring her. yes, i'm up typing on my computer but this in no way shape or form means that we will be getting up this early tomorrow, so put away your dreams of being my furry alarm clock at 5 something in the morning. ugh. i don't think she's listening. sweet dreams all.


CrookedCharisma said...

I wish I had a puppy to love me :)

spoke the cat said...

you should get one when you get your new place.