Oh, Mike...

I came home from work tonight...tired. Tired would be an understatement. I am reminded that yes, I did sleep a minimum of 6 hours last night. That is a supremely amount compared to the shut eye that Karine or Jonn receives. And still I complain of how tired I am...wah, wah, wah. What say you, Jamie Lyn of Olympian Court?

Nothing. Just that I slept through all three of my alarms this morning. And 5 o'clock came all too late. I clocked out promptly at 5:02 (goodness gracious, David will have a fit over those 2 minutes of overtime), came home, decided, "I want something to drink. A bever-age [bever-raaahhge]." So, I went to Albertsons, bought a 6 pack of Mikes hard lemonade, drank 3, and felt pretty good.

As a result, I have not seen Alexander or even heard from him. Word on the street is that he went to Austrailia to test his mothers theory that there are bad days even there. Horrible-no-good-very-bad-days tend to live anywhere the sun shines. Except in Antarctica. Only Polar bears live in Antarctica...and they don't have horrible-no-good...well, you get the point. But if YOU went there, well, no doubt a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day would follow. Polar bears are the only mammals who hunt humans, you know. And if you are there, a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day is sure to happen. They tend to be needy...creatures. So if a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day follows you to Antarctica, I wonder how that would effect the Polar bears? Then they would have a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day. And I wonder what the looks like for them? Perhaps, since you are there, they would cultivate their appetite for human blood until they eat you and your family/friends to extinction. And then they, abusing human substance, would become irriatable creatures, not being able to have their human fix, and then they would suffer from a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day. So all in all, you should not go to Antarctica. For the Polar bears sake, for heavens...sake.

I don't really miss Alexander. Supposedly, he is to send me a postcard. That is if the Polar bears don't eat him first (there are no Polar bears in Australia...are there?) I guess we have both moved on...I should say I have made further progress than him. Why, HE is in Australia, just asking for a horrible-no-good-very-bad-day. Although they have threatened me, I have not succumbed to their wiles. I have remained strong, fixed on my goal. Which is...ask me tomorrow. I'm too tired to think right now. But not too tired where I lose my focus. I have learned to keep my eyes open for those horribly needy creatures of what we call a "bad day." There was one today, hiding behind a tiny tree in the Barnes and Noble parking lot after work today. I kept my eye on him while I talked to Jonn on the phone...the creature finally realized I was not going to budge and then he left...his scaly tail between his legs, his notably pointy ears flat on his bumpy head. This one was large in size...I have met many of many different sizes...so don't be surprised if they come in different packages. The larger ones always seem more intimidating, but honestly, if you just tell them off, they are sure to leave. And don't allow yourself to be affected...effected...by their rotten spinach flavored breath. That's just a scare tactic and as soon as they realize they are being ignored, they stop wasting their time and just walk away, ready to pounce on some other unfortunate, uniformed human. Or what they deem to be so...

Anyway...Alexander. Postcard. If it doesn't come by tomorrow, I'll let you know...eventually. I love Alexander and all, but I have to take care of my day to make sure that it is not threatened by horrible-no-good-very-bad-day-its. It's hard work, you know...much to hard and time consuming to be worried about an international post-card. Besides, I'm sure Alexander is fine and having a wonderful time...

But of course we can't forget...
Bad days happen everywhere.
Even in Austrailia