Sunday Morning

Pop and Lorie returned rather late at about 11:30. Lorie preferred to watch TV in the kitchen, leaving me the big room for the whole night. As they did not have the TV's volume as pumped up as Pop usually has it, it was not too bad for me, though I am afraid the cats had to go a little hungry. I think she left at about one. Then it was just a regular night of fitful, unrestful sleep for me.

At least my back is healing nicely. I'd say it's back to 90% of its old self. I was counting on it to bounce back as it has throughout my life, and I am all the happier that it should be this quick about it. I am a little afraid the old age might take its toll here, too, but if that is right, it has not done so yet.

Dozing Off

I was dozing off into a pleasant mid-morning nap when Sammy started meowing at the door for a bite to eat. Between my bladder and the cats, I am lucky when I can steal a whole hour of sleep.

Kidnapped

It was not long ago, maybe weeks, when I was thinking about the movie "Kidnapped", about a home invasion, one of the first movies I ordered from Amazon, back before we had Prime membership. It was no longer available at Amazon. However, looking through the horror (rape) flicks available on Netflix, I thought I found it again. It turns out that it is a remake of the movie. It's Spanish, and it is a very close re-make. Indeed, they show about exactly as much - no tits. At least they did not show less.

I really should give up on hoping to get what I want. My life would have had considerably less stress if I kept back such hope back in my twenties. It is just too politically incorrect to give such play to our most lurid thoughts. The trick, though, is that every once in a while we do get the hot vivid scene, and that is what fuels the hope, even though one will be disappointed a hundred times for every nasty find.

I'm trying to remember the last happy surprise ... one that was a real turn-on ... heh, I'm afraid I have to go back years. Well, it certainly hasn't been an embarrassment of riches, let me tell you! But then I ought not to forget the Internet. My cup has been running over for some time with all the chikan and rape videos. I shouldn't be complaining, but I guess we always want more. If it's a little surprising that I should forget about the Internet videos, one reason might be that I have been shy about going to such sites lately, as they now seem more inclined to employ those hard-trap ads, the kind that require a hard shut-down and reboot. They always scare the hell out of me. You know I am a very nervous type of guy.

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Looking up "Kidnapped" on Amazon, I see that I was mistaken to think that the movie I saw today is a remake. What Pop and I saw years ago was a dubbed version of this movie, rather than the subtitled one on Netflix. I guess that's why it was eerily similar, heh.

Pop

Since the Cowboys have the evening game this week, it's another lazy Sunday afternoon and Pop is playing with the kitchen cabinets again. I suppose it's unrealistic to suppose that he can spend all day in his cluttered little office. At least this is one of his less obtrusive projects, and it does not seem to involve the use of toxic sprays.

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No, he is baking today. Maybe it's his cornbread.

Poor Monkey-Knight

I am sorely aching for a friendly voice ... something female, at least a little cute.

This is why I feel such a strong temptation to check out Sugar's twitter, being the closest thing I know to that, even if she is not tweeting specifically to me, nor with the least consciousness of my existence. Nevertheless, I am still successfully holding off. I suppose it will take a good deal more time for this urge to lose its biting strength. Maybe I will be over it after the winter? At least I hope this urge will no longer be so intense.

It's not easy knowing nobody likes you.

Socks

When Pop took over the big room to watch the Cowboys play, I took a much needed shower. I was surprised and happy to discover that I had another bag of socks that I overlooked. Maybe I can throw away a few of my hole-iest socks. I have been considering whether to ask Pop to get me another couple of bags of socks, but maybe I can hold off a bit longer.

Cowboys

Rushing down the hallway to his bathroom, Pop announced that the game is going into overtime. The Boys have been playing without their star quarterback, Romo, who apparently suffered an injury to his collarbone. They are struggling now after what had been an outstanding start to their season.

I am almost tempted to tune in. I am not really becoming a fan, though. The idea of sitting down for three hours to watch a football game sounds to me more like punishment. But I am journaling much more, and Pop is the only other person in my life and in this house, and it is his passion, an opportunity for him to fuel up on his sense of macho.

And I can appreciate how important it is to have some interests in life. I could perhaps use a sport, but other than possibly female figure skating, I cannot imagine any sport that would spark some enthusiasm in me. Nah, sports are not for me.