Gah.

The SO is sick, so the Biscuit & I are doing couch duty tonight. Since the dog doesn't like to be separated, I thought I'd give him a treat by taking him out for a late night bathroom stop. But he took off, and chased what is now evidently a skunk. The skunk sprayed, but we're not altogether sure if he sprayed the dog, or me, or under the house, or just in the general vicinity. I tried to wash the dog off, but I can't find his shampoo, and I can't tell if I got him or if he wasn't sprayed to begin with or if my nose is just already adjusted to the stink and I'm making everything in the house smell now.

Did I mention, gah?

Got any tomato juice? Wait never mind, when Butch got skunked the tomato juice only made him smell like a skunk in a tomato patch. Iirc we left him outside a lot and after about a week his presence was tolerable.

Yeah, I do, but it seems like we've lucked out. The smell is already receding. So I think it must have just sprayed outside and missed us.

I'm glad the smell is not so bad, Liese.

Not sleeping right now=stoopid. Oh well.

Yup. I'm stupidly not sleeping now, too. But I'm all worked up about every single thing in the world and this evidently means no sleep.

Perkins the cat is lying on my feet, so I can't leave the sofa.

Ha. Seabiscuit is lying on my feet. On the sofa. Where he's not allowed to be. But I felt bad for him because of his traumatic night (he's claustrophobic; I had to lift him into the bathtub forcibly) and I'm letting him sleep there.

I don't have to be a good samaritan on less than five hours sleep, right? I finally get to sleep around midnight. At 4:30 A.M. my dogs are going apeshit by the front door. I jump up out of a sound sleep to see what's going on.

Some woman is standing on my porch knocking on my door. She looked sheepish and I just tell her she's going to wake up my kids. Her story, car broken down. I didn't let her get any further--I just pointed her down the street to the OPEN Dairy Mart. There is a phone down there and an AWAKE person who can help you.

WTF? I do not live on the end of a deserted, country road. This is a major metropolitan area. I'm half a block away from an open, around the clock convenience store with a functioning payphone outside. It's not raining or snowing.

Of course I'm torn now between worrying whether this woman really needed more help and how I'm going to make it through the day on so little fucking sleep.

Cash, if she'd been that desperate (i.e. needed *your* help), she would have stuck around and been more demanding.

Cash, if she'd been that desperate (i.e. needed *your* help), she would have stuck around and been more demanding.

She asked me where she was. Which may mean she was lost--we're a quiet, residential part of town and she may have gotten turned around. I didn't give her enough time to ask for anything (money?). I told her where she was and where the quickie mart was. I dunno. The more I think about it the more pissed off I get because really, what idiot does that? The adrenline rush that woke me up prevented me from going back to sleep.

Now I'm tired and the kids are awake and having breakfast and I'm looking at the long day ahead.