Holy fuck. I’m exausted.  

Not so much physically as mentally.  The three reviews I’ve done in the past couple days had to be freaking ripped out of my brain cuz nothing would flow properly.  (And I apologize for the blog being so reveiw heavy lately.  I had a bunch backed up and played catch up over the weekend)  I’m working on an article, as well, for SexIs and that’s making my head pound, too.

I think it’s the lack of thyroid medicine, actually.  I just feel like shit.  And I have the strangest earache!

Hopefully my insurance issues will be all cleared up by the end of the week and I can start working on getting stuff back on track.

I also realized my stupid spell check isn’t working here on the blog.  

And I don’t know why or how to fix it.  Grrrrrrrrrr!

And Taylor has been manic as all hell lately.  Bored and grumpy and making me insane.

He mumbles.  And then gets irked when I say “what?”.  Or he gestures and gets irked when I don’t understand what the fuck the gesture means.  Or he doesn’t freaking listen when I talk and it gets really damned aggravating when I say “Wow, I can’t believe we ate all the chicken and pasta” and an hour later he’s like “go fix me a plate of leftovers”.  Or. Or.  He DOES listen but doesn’t respond with even a grunt or nod and so I’m like, whatever, he didn’t hear me and then he brings it up the next day but he’s got it half wrong.  Like, I say “Gee, if it wasn’t going to be cold and rainy I’d ride over to Tom’s with ya tomorrow” and he says/does nothing but then he wakes up and says “Well, Tom should be up. Let’s head out” and I’m like “Dude, I’m not going in this weather” and he’s all “But you said you were going!”

It seriously makes me want to scream.

And, obviously, since my brain isn’t working right and is all tired, I’m sort of babbly, mumbly, manic, too.

We did manage to chill out long enough to go to a small barbeque with some friends yesterday.

Best part of the day?  When our friend Doogie (His name is Doug and he’s in his forties but looks like he’s not even thirty – hence Doogie, ala Dougie Houser or however you spell it) jumped off his motorcycle while I was taking pictures of everyone on their bikes, scooted around the corner and came back riding a big wheel.  I totally posted a pic over on my Tumblr.

The watermelon was good, too – when I finally got a piece.

Every time I brought a piece out Taylor would steal it from me.  He ALWAYS does that! One time I stooped to putting sauerkraut on a piece just so he wouldn’t touch it, as he hates kraut, and our friend Gate reached over and stole it!  Ate it, too.

They torment me endlessly.

And….

I think that’s about it.  I obviously have nothing all that worthwhile to talk about today so I’ll stop with the incessant blabbering.

Peace, dudes.

p.s. Don’t forget to scoot over to Hey Epiphora and enter for your chance to win two…  two…  two glass dildos, ah ha ha ha ha.  (Ok, yes, I always loved The Count from Sesame Street.  And Taylor does a rocking impression!)