It's a surreal snapshot of my life...
I've always been an early to bed kind of gal, but as I write this it's midnight and I'm wide awake. For like the hundredth night in a row. All of the reasons why I need to a) go to sleep or b) finish packing or c) love on my dog who has been giving me the fish eye for days , fade away. I think I'm actually going to bow to the inevitable on this one. For months I've stressed out about the fact that I can't fall asleep. I think I'm just going to give in and chalk it up to a life experience. I sleep like a dead person when I finally drift off. For now, that's going to have to suffice. The control queen is surrendering her crown.
Evidently, my mother (Altaglow) and Peter (WT) are throwing it down. Damn. I guess it was his comment about the mother/daughter menage a trois that pushed her over the edge. I was less bothered, figuring that his last experience with Belle and her mother had whetted his appetite. Either way, I plan on staying out of it. My mom sounds like a pushover (but is in fact the exact opposite) and Peter comes off like an asshole (but is in fact the exact opposite). May the one with the biggest cojones win.
I'll still be posting from LA. Just maybe not every day. It's all part of the laid back, non-control freak RC. God knows I won't go two weeks without blogging. I'm sure I'll have lots of fun stuff to talk about. At least I sure hope I do.
And now...I'm off to finally pack.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM