What a bummer.  I am feeling low on energy.  Wonder if it has to do with my sleeping only four hours last night or because I lowered my dosage of meds.  And yet, maybe it's because S upsets me so.  Perhaps it's a combination of all. 

I fell asleep after 4:00am this morning.  I watched tv and did some beading till that time.  My circadian clock seems out of whack since Summer vacation started.  In fact, everybody's circadian clock is messed up here at home.  With the exception of M.  His routine has stayed same, so his clock is right on schedule.  Actually, he's only had to deal with the two hours time difference while in Buenos Aires.  By the way, he should be in Lima, Peru now and then on to Mexico City. He says he hates business trips. Wonder if he means it.  Is it terrible to say that I don't really miss him?  It pretty much feels the same around home without him.

  La, la, la, la....you bashful boy...   Listening to Poetry Man by Phoebe Snow.  I also like Queen Latifah's cover but I still prefer Phoebe's version.  Funny, now everytime I hear the song, I am reminded of that scene in Running with Scissors ,where the main character, Augusten goes to his mother's house and is surprised to find his mom engaged in an intimate situation with another woman. Quite a shocker for the kid!  This movie is funny, sad and a bit disturbing.  I read the book many years ago before the movie came out and I could not believe the stuff! It is supposedly a memoir.  Anyhow, I liked the movie and have seen it everytime  it's shown on tv.   I can't help myself.  It also has a great mid 70's soundtrack.

By the way, Augusten's brother, John  Elder Robinson wrote an excellent book about growing up with undiagnosed Asperger's.  

You make me laugh
Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me
You bashful boy
You're hiding something sweet
Please give it to me yeah, to me

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the poetry man
You make things all rhyme

You are a genie
All I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub the lamp
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I'm a sultry vamp

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the poetry man
You make things all right

So once again
It's time to say so long
And so recall the cull of life
You're going home now
Home's that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife

Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the poetry man
You make things all rhyme