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Good Early Morning, MyBloggerstown:
Well, here I am awake at 3:30 in the morn. I had a bad dream. I dreamed someone called me on the phone with a warning that assassins were after me. I don't recall who the person on the phone was but it was someone I knew. They were warning me that the assassins were on their way and might even be in town and about to show up at my house and that I should take immediate steps to get the hell out of there. They kept saying "we don't know how they found out where you are, but they did." And I kept thinking,"wow...I guess I should go stay at a hotel but how can I afford that." And I kept looking out the window for cars bristling with guns and guys in pin stripe suits. I awoke in a sweat and was unable to get back to sleep. It was very intense and terrifying. And now I'm awake blogging at an ungodly hour.
Today, the eagle farts and for a few days I will actually have a coupla bucks. Tentative plans are that Crazy Sis and I are 'asposed to go shopping. That should be fun. I get to listen to her bitch and whine and moan about Jethrene and her situation, how Mama is driving her nuts and how broke she is (she is still working and makes about $400 on the month more than I do). It's always the same old sad refrain and it's getting sooooo old. But it's either this or drag my groceries home on the bus...in the rain, which is not an option. So I zone out, and every once in awhile I inject her monolog with such phrases as "no, really?" and "ya don't say" and "well, aint that a bitch" and just let her prattle on. My fam damily is soooo nuts. And I'M the one who had therapy.
As I note on the calendar, and as has been mentioned on several news casts, the anniversary of Dr. King's assasination is coming up. This is another one of those awful days when we remember where we were when we heard the tragic news. I was in eight grade. I was serving an extended term in detention for flipping the principal the bird. Which goes to show what kind of a nasty little shit I was back then. It got me to thinking about how unfair life was and about my own heritage. It was a dark, dark, day for America.
Well, I guess I'll go and make myself some coffee since I am not sleeping and have no prospects of sleeping. Then I'll go and read some online newspapers and mebee find some material for the Buggnews. I hope everyone has a good, safe day.
reguards
yer bleary, bloodshot pal
bugg
Hope you caught up on some zzzzzzs later. I know what you mean about planning your life around the day the eagle coughs it up once a month. 
