the irritating pintching on my back, under my shirt...
It was CARROT TOP's ticket...still in it's large white envelope, gold
seal still attatched in it's virgin like state...I'd stuffed it into my back
pocket and it was poking me now under my shirt...another disaster
for the evening...I completely forgot about his Show...could anything
else go wrong?!? (hope Raymond didn't wait up all night for me)
...LOL as Randy would say, hmmm, wonder what ever happened to
our old TexasRanger friend...
I slowly waked to my elevators, leaving the sound of the casion behind
me. As the doors closed, I was alone...and silence surrounded me for the
first time that night...only the ringging in my ears kept me awake at this
point. My floor, doors opened, and I started the long walk down to the
very end of the hallway. I felt like I was in an old Afred Hitchcock movie
where you're walking, your destination far off in front of you, but you're
not going anywhere. One step at a time, one foot in front of the other...
I laughed out loud as I bumped one side of the hallway, then the other
as my room came into view.
After several attempts to get my 'CardKey' in the right UPRIGHT possision,
the door opened...I removed the 'PRIVACY PLEASE' sign from the door knob and (probably) just tossed in on the floor outside my room.
In the dark, the bed found me. The cool pillow against my face was the
best thing that had happened to me all night...nothing seemed to matter now, tomorrows another da Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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