day in a life

My mom has 'kidnapped' my boy. she's been begging for a very long time to have him overnight but I'm a bit overprotective and I want to have him with me most of the time after work. my mom and my brother are the only people who have been allowed to babysit him and that's not that often. Well she picked him up at noon and now it's almost for and I don't know what to do, I have listened to the same CD about four times now and scrubbed the floor and read the paper. what next? I'm always saying I never have time for myself and now I have it and don't know what to do with it. maybe I should write or read...

I was just reading on the Internet how some dog breeds are illegal in some states in the US and even in some countries. I find this so strange, the breeds that are illegal are usually the ones man made as a fighter or a guard dog. like the pit bull breeds they can be the sweetest pets but their original purpose was a bad one but that is not the dogs fault, it's the humans that should be blamed. most breeds were bred for some purpose but only few of them are fulfilling it nowadays, they are mainly household pets. all dogs need good training it doesn't really matter what breed they are, the problem is that people should know what they should expect in the breed they want so they are sure they can handle it.
it makes me very mad when people treat animals badly. you can't trust a person that doesn't like animals.

I have had an idea for a horror story for a long time and maybe it's time to put into words. about a serial killer who goes after families, got the idea from a lyric by Nick Cave. he has written some very poetic lyrics, like 'Henry Lee' from the CD Murder Ballads, aahh it's so good.

I think I often get good ideas but they don't always come out the way I want, stories mainly. I need to give myself time to write and to rewrite and change everything. I rarely do.

I think I'll go and call my boy now...