About the prednisone is that its a hardcore steroid and it totally fucks with your adrenal system. If you’re on high doses, you’re physically exhausted but your adrenal glands are just pumping. You end up being wide awake all night long and wound for sound even though your eyes are clouding over and your body feels the utmost of fatigue… This is the second or third night in the past week or so that I have been up, in the middle of the afternoon, running on fumes. Between half an hour and an hour and a half of sleep and I’m bouncing again and ready to roll, but filled with a false kinetic energy that makes for a real moody and painful crash later on…

This morning, Weemale (who is only 28 months old) did almost the cutest thing ever! I had gone to the bathroom and when I came back - he was sitting up at my desk, looking proud and pulling a beeping digital thermometer out of his mouth. He examined it closely with a tiny wee boy frown of determination and then he said: “Three, ninety three…” the frown melted into a glowing huge grin and he looked at me and cheered: “Hellfee!!!” Sure he stole the thermometer from my utility drawer but how could I be mad? He’d had a slight fever the night before and he remembered how the thermometer worked. He also remembered where I stuck it when we’d finished then as well, the little bugger. He’s brilliant though. Oh, and he wasn’t “Three ninety three” - he was actually 97.6F, quite “Hellfee” indeed  (^_-)

Beechild played a great prank on me this afternoon too. I should have been flippin’ livid (she nearly gave me a coronary) but I can appreciate a brilliant idea as much as the next guy. In fact - if you’re smart about it, youcan get away with nearly anything in my world because I admire intelligence just that much…

Anyhow…This kid…

OK then, on with the show… I’m doing a billion pounds of laundry today so no mass posting sprees for a few hours at least… I’ve done a bit of site tweaking though…

I’ve gotten a few new plug-ins for fun and for security. The security thing is something you simply will not believe, whacked out. An old nasty stalker (three years now and counting) has been reading my page approximately 48 times per day from their own PC in the past week alone and I’m not sure how many more visits were made masked by proxy and/or from someone else’s PC. Its creepy but I am a true life-caster,  I ignore that crap and do my thing. She used to creep on me between 200-250 times per day a few years ago, I suppose I should be thankful nowadays…

Isms, asms, PC ‘gasms, its still rock & roll to me motherfuckers…

I had to look up the term “noir” in reference to films and art today. It was driving me batty. Lately, I’ve heard the term used to describe everything from Gothic looking moths to “emo” children wearing fedoras and dirty windowsills in the shade… Those images don’t particularly seem to “emphasize moral ambiguity and sexual motivation” but a nameless blogger (whom I read and usually appreciate) seems to think that her cat, in black and white, on a shaded sill constitutes as “noir”- I find that a bit weird unless her cat is also a motivated mysterious burglar on the side….