living on fried brain cells

and eggplant rollatini pizza... had to order, no will power and beyond fatigue and just got home from working 17 hours and have to be back at work in five hours and sleep?... ah, sleep, the final frontier... have you ever made love in your sleep?... the ultimate bonding, if you can pull it off with someone who can pull it off...

pull it off, nyuk...

of course not all of my dreams are about making love, maybe it's the eggplant... or the lack of sleep and long time sleeping alone... or the fun of the fair I am having inside my looney toon brain that needs no reason to celebrate being here and now and me and delicious life force beaming out of every cell open to the wonders of the uniqunizuniverse...

open wide, the zuniverse is coming...

when I arrived home, I found Precious (roommate) excited to be alive because she was about to be kidnapped by her adorable friend Sushi and her adorable friend's wild and wooly boyfriend, Rave... of course the names are changed to give them more flavor (I mean protect the innocent), but the fun is there, sweet and bouncy like jello... I bounced about a bit with menu in hand, then ordered food and they went out to have some mad fun (alas, I am being wayuber responsible this week and missing out, but sometimes I feel fantabulistic being responsible in my own odd way...

so I'll be napping soon (I should) and enjoying sleep (even if I'm only making love to myself or floating on some ethereal bliss of a different nature)... I am still keeping in touch, see?... I leave you with secret bubbles of fun that tickle your nose and burst when you least expect it to make you laugh and you don't even know why...

feel yourself, and great too...