dear holding my pee diary,
if waking up ain't hard enough, holding my pee is harder. see- if i get up- then both the dogs will get up and then it is all over. maria came and left this morning. she did the kitchen and snuck back out the back. i left a post it note and told her to 'fuck' the livingroom- i was tired. now she is gone and my house is still trashed with a sparkling clean kitchen, which i haven't actually got to see yet, but i know it is because she sent me a text. becky slept in my arms the whole time she was here and never woke up once. i kinda helped out by turning all the fans on to drown out any clanks. ima about ready to piss myself- so i dunno how much longer i can stay in bed, but sitting on my heel is helping- as long as i don't squirm. i wish the mail lady would bring my mail to my window. man that would be nice. today it would have anyway. i'd love to be reading the mail right now without getting up. ima have to get up. i cant take it anymore.
