I need to chart this fatigue

Huh, huh...beaver.

I think I's gonna make an Excel file er supm to chart this fatigue. I am finally feeling a bit motivated today. I did a terrible job of shaving Merlin, did the dishes, and partially cleaned the kitchen. I taked a shower before I did some laundering activities, and then I put the sheets on the daybed down here in da office. I called NAVHOSPJAX about my 18-month physical at the end of January and SunTrust about my online access difficulties. Now, I think I could make that Excel file. However, I am feeling whooped so I think I will take a break in hopes of getting my 10th wind so I can do more stuff.

Last weekend, I didn't even get the kids because I was feeling so damn wiped out. This weekend, I had decided, 'f-it' I ain't gonna bodder wit da house, I'll just let it be a mess. However, now that I am, thankfully, feeling the sparks of a combustion cycle, I do want to use some energies to tidy up. I really want to pass on to them some concept of tidyness and responsibility.

Ok, I'm tired. I fink I's gonna rest now for round two. ding, ding.

Listening to: Bathwater, by No Doubt.

Supm good I wanna share

I was reading someone's blog about a recent sailing race they were a guest on and I wanted to grab a snippet because I like the way he thinks.

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The wind was howling but, in the case of a 25 ton, steel boat, that’s not a bad thing. The crew concentrated on keeping the boat moving at a rapid pace, I concentrated on keeping my internal contents where they were; the effects of the previous night’s excursions a constant reminder of my fragile state. Giver that I am, I thought long and hard about how I might best contribute to the efforts being put forth by the other ten members of the crew. My careful and studied analysis left me with but a single conclusion: I should stay the hell out of the way. So, in a selfless expression, I went back to bed for a nap.

Listening to: Drift an Die, by Puddle of Mudd

Pepe's Cock

I was sitting in my chair in front of the new barn where Emily's horseys now live. I was talking to Foxy, the beautiful German Shepherd, when I heard a rooster crowing. I got up to see whattup and saw one of Pepe's (the barn owner's) cocks perched atop an old rusty burn barrel.

Listening to: more like, suffering through: The Red Hot Chili Peppers on Project 9-6-1 streaming radio from Hotlanta. Woot!

Scrambling too much to be so damn tired

She has one of the nicest asses I have ever seen.

But, anyway, I am frickin exhausted fer real. Usually this fatigue keeps me floating just above worn out. I walk through most days ready to lay down and take a nap at any available opportunity. Now, I am not floating just above anymore. I'm frickin wiped.

Emily' parents are planning to arrive tomorrow. So, this is bad timing for me to be so tired. I still gots to clean my bathroom, straighten the office, and the living room. I still need to do another coat, but I basically finished the table on the back porch and made it somewhat presentable back there.

Ok, I'm gonna put this in the public Blog. This part doesn't needs ta be in here.

Listening to: Korn on Planet 9-6-1 streaming radio from Atlanta.

I frickin love this guy

This is truly the coolest horse I've ever seen. He has been sharing the pasture with Emily's equine son, so I use it as an excuse to go back there and see him when she goes to get her little man horse.

Yesterday, we went over there fer a BBQ. Then, we did the evening chores, such as bringing the horses in, feeding, watering, etc. Well, actually, I was wiped so I sat on my arse and didn't help much after getting a couple horses in. The other day, I was a frickin train, I mucked a few stalls and got some new wood chips for a few. However, yesterday, I didn't have anything left. I felt good that I had helped the other day so it wouldn't seem so much like I was being lazy.

Listening to: Gone Country, by Alan Jackson.