Sunday Morning, Can't Sleep

And it seems like at this very moment when I'm sitting down at the keyboard, I don't have much to write about, either. But I'm hoping I can crank something out if I just keep typing.

Sorry, again, for not posting these past couple of days, but I just haven't had anything to write about. All I've done is work and sleep since Thursday--I have absolutely no tales of Vegas-style adventure to share.

Frankly, I'm surprised that I'm still up this morning. The casino just kicked my ass last night and I thought I'd get home and collapse in a heap. I was stuck doing hour-twenties on the worst string of tables in the joint ($5 flea-gow, Superfun 21, and the only $5 shoe game in the main pit. Ugh.) And I was the last man standing on my shift again, payback for all those 'teachers pet' nights where I'm always the first one to get the half-hour push. But when I finally made my way out the door, I realized that I was out of 'mixables', so I had to stop at the store to get some Diet Coke with Lime and some more coffee creamer before heading home.

And when I drove up, I saw that our living room lights were on and Rob's car parked in front of our apartment. That was surprising, since I figured he'd be staying with his lady-friend last night. He gave me some sort of nice-sounding excuse about being on swing shift and having opposite sleep schedules or some such nonsense, but I'm guessing that he just took care of bidness and snuck out. Like guys are supposed to do.

So I fixed myself an ultra-strong martini, kicked my shoes off, and we watched three episodes of Jeopardy and about a half-hour of hockey highlights before I tried to call it a night. But it's Sunday morning, and that's when I make my calls back to Tennessee to talk to the family. So I chatted with Mamasan for a bit, then after that I talked to Amy for a little while longer. Today is her 33rd birthday, and there is some sort of soiree going on this afternoon to celebrate. Word around the campfire is that there will be plenty of chicken enchiladas and booze to go around.

Once the calls back to the redneck version of the Kennedy compound were concluded, I took a nice long hot shower, getting the casino funk off of me for a few hours and feeling like a new man. I thought about going down to the jacuzzi to relax for an hour or so, but the sun was coming up and I didn't want to subject any of the neighbor-ladies with seeing me and tempting themselves into some sort of reverse David/Bathsheba thing, so I thought better of it.

So that brings us to to now.

At some point I'm going to have to force myself to go to bed and get a few hours of sleep. I checked the roadmap before leaving work last night, and tonight is going to be much easier--I'm back on my favorite string of tables, and we're back to only doing hours, too. So tonight should be a cakewalk--but only if I get some sleep. Right now, unfortunately, I'm wide awake--without anything interesting to say.

Mikey