Then again, coffee is great any time of the day, right?
Once again, I was out of The House on the Hill early to get in some more overtime before it vanishes forever. I was dragging all day, but that might have been more the after effects of yesterday’s bombshell, than it was because I hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
I certainly did sleep because I had some crazy dreams.
The one that stuck with me the most starred a drunk, shabbily dressed Jack Nicholson, roaming around The House on the Hill, drink in hand, insisting that I be a better host and entertain him.
Who the hell let him in? Probably one of the interns.
He was quite the ball buster and I wanted to hit him over the head with one of his Oscars to get him off my back, but Jack Nicholson is not a man who is easily threatened.
At least not by the likes of a geek in a toga.
A second memorable dream was about work. I know, right? Aren’t I working enough? Now I’ve got to dream about the place, too?
In this one, I sent an email to one of the doctors telling her that a patient had missed an appointment. She wrote back: @#$% you! And she did so on several emails back to me.
It ended up being a busy, annoying day. I’m still hurting from the blow I suffered yesterday, and I know the pain is going to take a while to fade, but I’ll survive.
Right now, I’m preparing to watch Fear The Walking Dead and enjoy a little apple pie. Strangely, watching Zombies makes me crave pie.
I just hope Jack doesn’t show up because I really don’t want to share my apple pie with him.
It’s not that I’m being a jerk. I just want it all for myself. Whenever I start sharing things, I end up getting hurt.
I will share my coffee with you, though, Modern Philosophers. There’s plenty in the kitchen so take all you need. I don’t drink the stuff.
Just don’t touch my Snapple. If you read last night’s Devil short story, you’ll know exactly why you don’t want to go anywhere near my precious iced tea.
Enjoy the rest of your Monday!
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