The heavy rain early in the evening of Satuday has never been mattered to me at all the reasons to stay wide awake nine in the evening like Saturday Night Live or HBO or any given DVD movies were less motivated, so after my quick shower, I headed for the bed in the dim lit room, hoping the rain wouldn't stop until the next morning right about the time I should wake up and get going for the new day. I wanted a long nice deep dream(less) sleep.
No.Damnit.
I was startled by the dog's bark and disappointingly smelly breath and body who has been whining in beside my bed, running nose and breath over-expossing my face. He barked again, was about to jump at me.
One o'clock in the fricking morning, perfect.
I sat with my back on the wall, looked at him wearily, "Don't ask me to open the door and the gate just for you to get laid, dickhead!" Now he even got more excited with the thought I would just do that. I stood on my feet and went to pee. Switched on the light in the room and tiptoed to the kicthen for some water, "I've had no dinner except two slices of toasted bread with condensed milk." Then that reminded me of how I-can't-believe-you! look from Al who was bitterly witnessed how i abruptly wrapped the toasted bread into a tissue and worked my mouth on it and washed it down with water from my large beer glass while he was preparing the Pasta Dinner earlier that eve. I gave him What?! look and left the kicthen with a sense of guilt, I should stick to my damn healthy menu but sometimes life consists only one word: Lazy.
Kiko followed me walking back to my bed, excitement withered yet foolishly slept under the bed. Then the his female encounter let out a come-here-like-now wolf-like moan which is locked inside the next door car repair shop. He started his barks, i literally shouted at him to get out of the room which he obediently did--only to return after i turned off the light and slept on my side.
