Family

Just kidding. Let's talk about overeating. Just did it again. And even though all signals from below say no I continue to cram crunchy chocolate peanuts into my gaping yaw. Very sleepy now.
Want an open field and a spring breeze. I'd settle for a dusty corner window seat in an old library though. I haven't left this room all day except to take the trash out. Watching the Butterfly Effect again. I don't mind the kids but the adult actors, okay just AK, are SOOOooooo annoying. On the plus side I remembered there's a scene with Ckr at the very end that I need for my collection. Some people collect bugs. Some people collect thirty second snippets of obscure Canadian actors from mainstream American films. Somehow I doubt there's a career in forensic science in my future.

Book maze.

Went to Powell's World of Books the other day. It was hot and muggy downtown. The whole place was crawling with people and the AC just couldn't keep up. I huffed and puffed the stairs of the various rooms for awhile but couldn't find a place to settle. Finally I ventured all the way to the top and the Pearl room was nearly empty. I found a quiet nook in architecture, sat down on the floor and studied unconventional bathrooms for an hour or two. I felt like I had that whole area to myself; no one ever walked by. I think I understand the appeal of a private library more and more, the luxury of being totally alone in a labyrinth of books. Of course, that's usually when the slimy thing with eighteen arms or the deviant security guard comes out from behind the encyclopedias and kills you but those are the risks one has to take.

August Moon

Blood red or smokey grey the moon has stayed a consistent source of magic this month. That and the thick smell of wet earth and cut hay have made my drive home more bearable. Work is a continuous drain on any attempts I might make at having a soul. No, that's not entirely true. I do enjoy most of my co-workers as well as my customers, or at the very least I'm indiffrent. No, no, it's really the other ones, that small percentage of human beings who cannot help but make themselves as irratating as possible. It was and is their destiny to make the rest of us look better by being awful. And to remind what we might become if we let ourselves go unchecked. In a way, I'm grateful for their presence and how it makes everyone else around seem that much nicer.

(On a side note: I was very selfish this week and yelled at my mother and wouldn't give my little sister a ride home from camp.)

Good Morning Starshine!

welcome to another dreary gray June day in Oregon. The sun is shining hot on some other state today. I tried to ride my bike to the store for milk. HA! Next time I'll walk. truly, this town hates bicycles. And energy conservation in general. Alright, I'm going to go have some tea and try to wake up. I feel like a zombie sheep, undead and extra stupid.

Actually...

Now that I've figured out HOW to sign in I think I'll use this more. Aren't you excited? Aren't you on the edge of your little gray five wheeled computer chair with the duct tape arms!? That being said I have no intention of saying anything interesting tonight.