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11:27 p.m. - 04-06-2003
Work, work and more fuckin' work.
"You're nicked, sunshine."
Man is my ass draggin'. I've been worked to a nub. I'm almost too tired to sleep. Ain't that some shit? Too tired to sleep? Well, I am.
This past week, in Lakeland, FL, there's been an airshow by the EAA and we've been covering it. So, on top of the regular stuff I have to do each deadline night, they add a special Sun 'n Fun page and an image gallery. It's not really hard work, but seeing as how I didn't finish with my regular stuff until after midnight, it made for a long night. Well, I finally get everything up and running and finish Thursday morning around 2:30 and get into bed about 3 AM. Not a problem. The wife is off Thursday so I can sleep in a little. WRONG.
At about 7:00 AM, little Icebear Jr. comes in and does his one-man rendition of the Dr. Seuss great, "Hop on Pop". Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! I guess, my groans of agony, intermingled with his angelic giggling, let the wife know that I was awake and she come sauntering in as well. Normally, she runs Icebear Jr. off so that I can sleep more, but today, she climbs into bed next to me and starts groping and grabbing and stuff so that I pretty much realize by 7:15 that I'm not going to get anymore sleep. Oh well. There's always later. WRONG.
Around 5:00, Thursday afternoon, I decide to go and take a nap because I'm dozing off. I tell the wife to wake me at 7:00. I have to work again Thursday night and I'm hoping that they'll get my stuff to me early so I can call it a night early. No such luck. I sleep poorly for about 45 minutes total when the alarm finally goes off at 7:30 and I get up. The wife takes off with MonkeyBoy to develop his film (more on that later) and leaves me with Icee Jr. This season, for some odd reason, I've been hooked on Survivor. Never really watched any of the other seasons, but for some reason, this one really hooked me. I think it's because I have a thing for Heidi and her tits. Anyway, I had seen a preview of an episode where, during some challenge, Heidi flashes her boobs. I so wanted to see that! So, I'm telling myself that, even though I didn't get much sleep, Survivor, CSI and Without A Trace are on and I can at least look forward to a good night of TV. Well, to kill time, I start watching a movie on HBO and before I realize it, it's 8:21. WTF! I'm missing Survivor. So, I switch over real quick, hoping I haven't missed Heidi and her boobies. When the channel switches, it's at the part where Jenna and Heidi are bathing each other. Then I realize that they're all one tribe. When the fuck did this happen? I've been watching religiously and haven't missed an episode, or so I thought. I was hoping that, during the fuckin' March Madness bullshit, they hadn't moved Survivor to a different night during March Madness. But, I guess I missed an episode or two. Anyway, turns out that I missed Heidi's boobies too. Fuck all around.
Anyway, I check my e-mail to see if work is ready and nothing. Ok, cool. CSI is on. I watch all of CSI and during a commercial break, I get a message that the production stuff for tonight isn't going to be ready for at least an hour or more. Great. Well, I watch CSI and Without A Trace and then just fuck around until finally, I get the production stuff at a little after midnight. Yes, midnight. Luckily, I don't have to do the NewsWire or any of the stuff I regularly do, I just need to build a Sun 'n Fun day 2 page and set up a new e-mail mailing for our special coverage. No biggie. Doesn't even look like I'll have to do another image gallery. WRONG. (seeing a pattern here?)
So, I produce everything and finally get the mailing ready to go out about 2:00. After it's checked over, it's set to mail at 2:30 or so. Cool. Now, all I need to do is finish the image gallery and I'm done. After another hour or so of putting all the images in and resizing them and cleaning them up, I'm done. Oooops...WRONG.
I forgot about our bitch sponsor at Plane & Pilot magazine. The one who waits until the last minute to tell me that their site is ready to be recopied. Since they're a commission sponsor, we mirror their web site to track orders. Since we mirror their site, I have to update it every month when their new issue goes out. It's not that hard, it's just that it always seems to come right when I have 100 other things to do and the fuckin' contact lady doesn't let me know until the night that it needs to go live on our site that it's ready. Bitch. So, another 30 minutes or so doing that shit. I finally get to bed at 4 AM, but it's not to last. The wife is subbing at the Boca store for the next 2 days and, of course, they put her on the 7-3 shift. I want the car so that means I have to get up at 6:00 with her and drive her to work. So, I spent the whole day Friday churning on 2 hours of sleep. Friday night, I was in bed by 8:30, a new fuckin' record for me (unless I'm sick or something). Woohoo. But, I didn't sleep to good, I was so tired. Last night wasn't much better. It's going to take me about a week to recover from those 2 days. Damn, I'm getting old.
Ok, so I mentioned that I'd explain about MonkeyBoy and the film. You all seen the movie Lilo & Stitch? Well, for those of you who haven't, Lilo is this cute little Hawaiian girl with an incredible imagination. One of the things she does for fun on her little island is carry a camera around and take pictures of stuff she finds interesting. I thought that was kind of neat. So, while the wife and I were at Target a few days ago, we got MonkeyBoy one of those one-shot cameras. You know, it has like a 27 exposure roll of film on it and when you've used it up, you turn in the whole camera. Well, in like a day, he used up all his film and he wanted to go get the pics developed. I was hoping he'd be a photography prodigy and would take really interesting pictures, but instead, he took pictures like any typical 7-year old. In one picture, all you can see is the floor and a few pieces of garbage and then barely sticking in from one side of the frame is a Mark Martin dog leash that the wife got me. I asked him what this was a picture of and he said, "The leash." Um...ok. There's another shot of our kitchen stove with all the junk on it and the counter next to it. Laying across the 6 inch section of counter is another leash, one we got for our new little Charlie (you can see a picture of him here). So, I say, "Hey, that's a good shot of the stove." He looks a bit down and says, "It's supposed to be of the leash." Oh, yeah, I see that now. Some of the pics were pretty good though, and of course, he got a couple of close ups of his fingers, but I think he had a really good time. In fact, when he and the wife got back from getting the film developed, he already had a second camera. Which, of course, he's already filled up and now he's all anxious to get it developed. This could get expensive.
Well, looks like I might actually get done before midnight tonight so I'm going to cut this off and try to get finished. Plus, I plan on fucking the wife's brains out and I need to go and get my hard on. Heh. Take care, y'all.
