When I don't end up going to the god damned casino, that's when.
I was looking forward to going to Foxywoody, especially insofar as the Cranky one was going to be there to provide me with companionship and good humor - and since, as I seem to recall, it's her turn to buy lunch. Sure, she's not a fan of the buffet, but I could have convinced her. I could have.
I sold a couple of pairs of Bruins tickets so I was flush without having to dig into the bank account. Hell, I even stole a little notebook from Tootsie, with a matching little pen, so I could take down important hands and share them with you:
So what happened? The fucking dog happened, that's what. I suppose it was partially my fault, but the fucking dog wouldn't let me fucking sleep. She was a model of good behavior to me - she didn't jump on me, run from me, disobey me, or anything like that. But when I lay my head down to sleep she would wake me up about every 90 minutes by french-kissing my face. At first I thought it was her telling me she needed to go out, so I grabbed her leash, clipped it on, and took her out - till I realized she was just fucking with me. Bitches, huh? HA! Get it? Bitches? 'Cause she's a dog, a female dog? No? Well, anyway...
And sure, I suppose I could have put her in her crate, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that. It seemed so selfish, to imprison a puppy so she wouldn't be exuberant and happy and want my company, so I could sleep.
When M and T got home, I was pretty well exhausted, but I was facing a 2-hour drive home, so I did the only thing I could do: I stopped at the nearest Dunkie's and bought the biggest vat of caffeine they offered. Which, of course, worked - it got me home a treat - but it also meant I didn't drop off to sleep until the wee smalls of the next morning.
Bottom line, I didn't wake up until a half-hour after I was supposed to be in Foxwoods. I texted Cranky the situation, who bless her took it in stride. I still wanted to see if I could make it there, so I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and promptly fell back asleep. It was now almost 2:30 in the afternoon, so I made the final decision to bag the day. Having made that decision by the way I promptly went back to sleep and woke up around 4:00 or so - and as I sit here now at 1:11 in the morning I could probably lie down right now and sleep for another 4 to 6 hours without tossing, turning, or needing to pee.
So now I've got $200 that Tootsie doesn't know about burning a hole in my pocket, the theft of a notebook for which I need to construct a cover-up, and a friend whom I've egregiously stood up.
Tomorrow's gonna be better. Hell, it's got to be. I'll be on normal sleep, I won't smell like dog, and I'll have access to cable TV. Oh, did I mention? No cable.