What is my problem?
As you know, I’ve had insomnia for a couple of weeks now. It’s starting to make me just a little loopy. At work yesterday I couldn’t stop speaking with a sort of faux upper crust British accent. EVERYTHING I said was like “Eugenia Pithcart-Jones”, my alter ego. I was getting on my own nerves while making the patrons of my establishment laugh…bemusedly I am assuming. * sigh* What is wrong with me? Do I have to give in to every whim? Am I just too silly for my own good? I will do things just because it amuses me. I wil try to coerce others to do things because it will bring me pleasure.
This is not a good thing. This is not the behavior of a rational person. I’ve got a rich fantasy life, I must say. If I could have one phone call to a celebrity it would be to Barbra Streisand so I could sing ‘The Main Event’ so SHE could get it stuck in her head all day. That song is gonna make me nuts one day.
I picture her snuggled up with her husband James Brolin (still hot after all these years) and the phone rings. She picks up and I commence to singing. THEN I just hang up.
He asks her who it was and she says, ‘Some crazy person singing “the main event”. She said “See how YOU like it now” and hung up’ then it dawns on her that she’s got the song stuck in her head.
WHY do I think that’s funny? Because I am demented. I wish I had a movie camera. At least Youtube would get me a following. Instead, I’m up at this hour watching a crappy movie on cable.
“Made in America” with Whoopi and Ted Danson. Why, mama? This movie is bad.
Guess I could pop in a video. OR I could watch Auntie Mame. That is my comfort movie. When all else fails, I’ve got Mame to keep me company and cheer me up. I just wish I had a movie that would put me to sleep. This one might do it.
Yikes. Maybe I should work on my book. Yeah. Okay…
Pffft. I’m gonna take two painkillers and a bottle of vodka. If you see photos of me on the internet, I hope I look presentable.
Pray for my speedy recovery.