I asked my brother if I was a dating fuck up- but he just reminded me not to alot time, or autoreject and just go case by case.
Pretty sound advice.
I'm in a -better- but not good mood after talkin to my brother for four hours straight, doing some cases at work independently, and talkin to my nfl Brandon. My Goddaughter is now
CRAWLING! Woo.
And I had another paternal dream.
Third one this month. This time I had a brounette daughter who broke her leg.
I think I drove 90 to the ER.
Even in dreams being an amateur stunt driver has its perks.
It was a pretty bad break. I was scared. She was scared.
Always have really cool, insightful kids in my dreams.
My dog has ass scabs, but she's doing better about being outside all day, appetite's returning- disposition sweetening.
Maybe I'll get around to some gangsterific antics with Chris this weekend. Dunno, he's on nightshift, I'm on day- roleswitch from last year, but at least he's not calling me at 3 in the morning to talk about anonymous sex (roughly the equivalent of calling me at 10 in the morning when I used to work graveyard, which EVERYONE did)
I even made a great parsley alfredo sauce tonight
sexual cravings decreasin in severity
all things pretty good right now, maybe cuz I've adjusted a bit
I tend to have an artistic/social/romantic dead zone during the first few weeks of work for obvious reasons.
Here's hoping I still have time to design the first practical walking anthropomorphic battle tank with LAZERS!!!
Or y'know meet a girl or two I don't hate.
Don't worry so much about me, and god damn it pay me.