Sue me I forgot..I went to bed at normal time and got up at 7:30a.m. and at 6something in my dream I remembered I forgot to do Friday stumbles but I was in the middle of a black Mass dance and didn't want to wake up till I found out how it ended.(The police came just in the nick of time to save the baby wrapped in wolf's clothing ........) yes, folks!. Sleeping pills give me weird ass dreams. I had to get back on a schedule. The other day I went to bed at 5a.m. got up at 11a.m. and forgot to eat lunch. Gave me and Babs a big healthy scare when my blood sugar bottomed out at about 30, maybe lower. I was sweating, couldn't see, shaking like a leaf on a itchy tree, uh huh. Hands were shaking so bad I couldn't get my card out of my wallet. Downed a Dublin Dr Pepper and a candy bar, and still took for ever to get it up high enough that I wasn't in fear of going into a coma. Shit, piss fuck. No more of that. So I'm in progress of getting back on a schedule. I like being on a schedule. I like routine, must be the Air Force raising. (Dexter..........you little piss ant...) Gotta run, Babs is here..we're going to town. See ya later gaters.