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A few weeks ago, Cathy got a Ramones song stuck in my head, I Wanna Be Sedated. BJ used to use this as the “go to” song to get other songs out of her head when they’d get lodged in there, but the problem is that the side effect is that you go around with a Ramones song stuck in your head.

I understand, as with Jeebinex, there are clinical trials for medications and procedures in Europe to remove Ramones songs from a head, but I’m not sure that the FDA’s palms have been greased enough, so electro-shock is still the preferred method of treating these situations in the US and Canada. We have so far to go.

I went to bed early tonight, like 9:30 or something, in preparation for tomorrow, and because I just was out of steam this evening. I woke at around 11:30, dismayed that it wasn’t something like 3. I mean, hell, it was dark enough. I managed to get back to sleep, but woke up again when BJ’s phone rang a bit ago, and now I can’t get back to sleep. That damn phone still shoots me up with adrenaline every time it makes a noise.

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The nice thing about sleep (other than the fact that sleep is awesome) is that it kibboshes a lot of the pathos involved here. I mean, I think my head, particularly coming into today, generates more emotion thats unnecessary than it should, almost like static. Yesterday was work, what with making the photos and collages and thingys for the wakes today.

I understand that Aunt Nun and Aunt no-internet-name-yet Jenny have come up with a nice show for the first one. I’m not too sure what it’ll be about, but it’ll be touching. They didn’t really know BJ terribly well, so I appreciate the doing this.

Tonight should be fun, now. Don’t be surprised, tho, if I’m not in the center of things. I never was much of a mingler. Shoot, I might just buy a Nixon mask and hide in the back of the room (that wouldn’t be conspicuous at all, would it?).

I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t looking forward to it, either of them, but I’ll sure be glad when its over. Whew.

When everybody goes home, and real life without BJ begins. I mean, it has to begin sometime, right?

And it’ll be a good life, of that I have no doubt. God, or FSM, has been good to me so far, other than this whole dead wife thing, and I think it’ll continue on. I have two kids that I love more than the sun and the moon, and that are the living link to my soulmate. I’ve been moaning about BJ a lot on this page, and haven’t really be talking about the good time I had with the boys over the past few days.

Pigpen was totally my helper yesterday. He spent darn near all day with me. He told Aunt Nun over supper “I love my Daddy!”, which is not a Pigpenish thing to say. I love it when I feel like I’m doing something right with those boys.

MastaG is the same way, but his day was earlier in the week, since KatyK has been dominating his attention. He laughs, and makes smartassed jokes, and has been completely digging on being 10.

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OK, enough of this. Its now 3:06, and I need my beauty sleep. 7 hours until showtime.

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