Painkiller May Day

Drunk on Painkillers and melatonin, Painkillers being a pleasant, if too sweet, concoction made of rum, coconut cream, pineapple juice, orange juice, and nutmeg. This (the Painkillers, not the melatonin) was the result of supper at a Bahama Breeze "Island Grille" where I ate too much calamari and jerked chicken, washing it down with what seemed pints of the sweet rum stuff while we partied about > < that much and made a reasonably early night of it. 

I skipped the obligatory stop at the pool to sit around telling war stories and drinking beer and Grey Goose and instead just came back to my room and fired down 5mg of melatonin, mostly because I was in the habit of it, and now I'm considering whether that was the best idea I've had all week as I have to be out and about Doing Stuff at about 0700 tomorrow. I'm getting too old to shake this kind of shit off like I used to. A common complaint. I stopped myself from getting into a bar fight the other night by reminding myself that I don't heal as fast as I used to and besides, I'm all respectable and shit these days. Eh, I'm glad enough to miss out on the pain anyhow, so I guess it worked.

Anyhow, I stopped to take a look at my blog and found not many had been there and zero had commented.

"Ooooh, Bunky, they didn't like that one," I said out loud, which made me laugh because there's no one else here to be called Bunky or anything else, which reminded me that the new-on-the-job, skinny little tough girl with the long, dark ponytail, almost* young enough to be my granddaughter whose boss introduced me to her as "one of the original old War Horses" was clear that she wants to get to know me a LOT better and she'd probably come over and be Bunky if I wanted, but I don't, I just miss The Beneficiary and my Columbia River girl and… nothing. Just "and…"

It's nothing. I'm just too long from home, too long to go till I get back, drunk, in a mood and generally just being a whiny little bitch and happen to be sitting in front of a keyboard waiting for sleep to mug me. I'll doubtless delete it whenever I happen to remember I posted it.  Tomorrow is another day.

*Not "almost". Fuck, I'm old.

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