After much thought last night and this morning about my dads announcement that he was coming to visit like it or not. I decided to roll with it. I guess this could be a good thing. The mental case who woes and worries about not being able to control things.....worries no more and self discovers I've never had control of a damn thing anyway. I called an told him that I thought about it, he could come, and I just went to the store and forgot diet coke so he'll have to bring his own. I also informed him that I am the boss at my house and he laughed and said he would let me pretend.

This morning I awoke with the same lychee craving I had yesterday. After the ritual poke poke, are you coming to prayer, I gotta go, be careful. I put on my favorite P.J's my Dr. pepper jama pants, black shirt, slippers and coreys hat and marched out the door to take Kallee to school. Still a bit whoozy I opted for the side roads again. Upon entering Eagle "the snob hill of the area" I realized that their Albertsons has all kinds of unique foods for the ecentric. So, I marched in, in all of my early morning glory for some milk and to see if they had my elusive fruit. Now, in Middleton nobody would look twice or care that one is in sweats or PJ's. NOT EAGLE. As folks stared I got a little snotty and decided that I would take my time and meander down every isle. I got my milk, 4 cans of lychee fruit ($4 a pop) and a few things from produce and called it good. I like grocery shopping......it's all I can think of to do out of the house where I don't have to talk to anyone. However, I HATE unloading the car once I get home. and I'm running out of things to buy and stock up on. Oh well.

Have you ever driven down the road and felt like playing pole position? Hitting the gas, both lanes are fair game? What about bumper cars in a busy downtown area? Grinding your 5 speed at max speed to see what happens? I wish I was a Nascar driver. That would be cool. I think even motorcycle racing would be awesome. I've always wanted one but, Corey said no.

This blogging stuff is faster than journaling. It is almost more private because my sister is the only one who looks once in a while for a little laugh. It is redonculous that I am tired after a quick trip to the store.....yawn............feelin' a little less fiesty. Still hanging out in the fog of indifference. It is hard to process thoughts in or out. I don't see anyone until next week. Damn, wish I knew how to post photos I'ld post one to keep for memories of my shrink.