Don't Drive Angry

I have to say - one thing I don't miss about the old apartment is the Tuesday evening Trash pick up.  I'm watching it happen from the window of New Aerie, and it's only about one-quarter as loud as it was when it was happening right under my window!  Twice a week.  At 4 a.m.

So I really should be trying to get some sleep here, since I had an impossibly hard time falling asleep last night -- I literally lay in one position, not moving, trying to relax and fall asleep, for 1½ hours, and then Truckstop had me awake at 3 a.m.

When I say I nearly killed him, I mean it.  Literally.  I was so angry at him by morning that I was chasing him around the apartment trying to beat him into unconsciousness.  Luckily for both of us, he's too fast for me, and I was too damn tired to follow through anyway.  And, of course, the fact that I'm trying to kill him only makes him cry more.

But boy, was I tempted.

I really have to figure out some way to calm the kitty at night, or neither of us will be long for this earth.

I imagine us going out like Bill Murray & the groundhog in Groundhog Day.

"Don't drive angry."

Not long ago, Toni revealed to me that she'd heard from Morgan Kostival -- our old friend from Pittsburgh whom I had helped move to Key West way back in 1996, right at the beginning of my freelance actor adventure.  He was moving down there to work in visual merchandising for Fastbuck Freddie's, a famous Key West shopping institution.

This past Christmas, she got a card from Morgan, who's now living in Ft. Myers, Florida, and working for JC Penney.  I haven't spoken to him -- aside from a couple of notes and letters -- since his move down there.  We just fell completely out of touch.

Anyway, I need to write him an e-mail and catch up -- to try to get a handle on what he's up to.  Toni said he mentioned in his card that he wanted to track us down and catch up.  I'd like to do the same, but I do have to say he couldn't have tried too hard, since all you have to do is Google my name and you're likely to get my website somewhere in the first 10 or so hits.  Before the computer crash and the subsequent drop off in journal entries, mine was the first hit you'd get if you Googled my name.  Alas, I think those days are gone, and only you hard-core friends and family are still reading this thing.  Which, when all is said and done, is okay, since I'm doing this more for me than I am for you.  It's just a nice side benefit that you get to stay abreast of my life at the same time.