The Plan - Failed

I've been like a b**** with a bug up her a** for the past few weeks. I've been giving the AOL h*** like he's really there. He finally snapped at me yesterday. I was SHOCKED! No one has ever snapped at me. No one! EVER! What the 'ell???

I was so pissed I almost went on a hunt for a stranger (or not) to have reckless, wild s** with and not inform my "guardians/trackers" about it. But it was too early. I met up with Cukay and demolished a bottle of a really nice Spanish wine instead. One bottle because it was too expensive and besides, I was sloshed after 2 glasses. Thankfully, I have a friend like her who says yes, let's go, without even waiting for me to say where.

I decided I will not speak to him until I finish reading this lovely book that my thoughtful daughter gave me. It's a Stephen King. I'm on page 31 of 1457 pages. Ok, that's an exaggeration. It's just a few pages over 1000 and weighs about 3lbs. I can only read about 10 pages a night because of the weight. That ought to take long enough for me to step back and regroup. Yes, that is the plan.

At 0632, my phone rang. It was the AOL.

Ring!

One ring and I answered. ONE! Not even two. What happened to the plan? Curses! Curses! Triple CURSES!

I cannot play with this guy. I gotta give him credit for patiently trying to keep things smooth between us, though. My kind of crazy can be too much for a lesser man.