her head opened and it all poured out

Sad songs say so much.

Gah. Greetings from my crazy potato-ish head, I have not been getting any sleep.

Last night, Sig and I changed my car�s headlight, laughed a lot about nothing, read some, and then went to bed under my down comforter, which I cannot tell you enough about. It kicks ass all over the Eastern Seaboard. It kicks ass from here to LeClare, Iowa. I want my whole world to be made of down. I will be married in a down gown. Thus is my life. I had a dream last night about the riverboat casinos along the Mississippi. I take this to mean it is time for vacation, for travel. I need to go somewhere that is not here. I woke up especially late this morning, got into work late, and it is raining and nasty out. Not the good kind of rain that makes you want to read and sleep. The kind of rain that makes you want to be mean all day. B. moves to MD tomorrow.

Notes, Things, Stuff, Etc

1. I do not have cable for the first time since I was a child. I have rabbit ears on my TV! It�s both sad and a little retro-cool. I am too hip for cable. I like it this way.

2. hen you type �so far away from me� into Google, returned to you is pages on Mansun, the Delta Gamma Songbook, Comics.com, Van Morrison, Cable Television Rants and something called the �Brick Guestbook,� which I am afraid to click because it looks very suspiciously like gay porn might reside there.

3. The test has already been taken down, but I so am Peter Gibbons in the “Which Office Space Character Would You Be?” which is almost too bad, I would have thought more burning would be involved. Like Milton.

4. I�m thinking cooking school might be fun. �At the La Cucina di Viviana the freshest ingredients that grow under the Tuscan sun are used in your newly-mastered recipes � most of them are right there in Viviana�s garden � but you will also learn to shop the markets of Florence, visit a local Chianti vineyard � known only to the cognoscenti � to sample its wine and its extra virgin olive oil. Then it�s home to the villa�s gourmet kitchen and hearth to sip wine (just selected at the winery) and to laugh and cook.� Um, but I don�t laugh when I cook. I SWEAR. A lot. And burn things. Like my house down. Like a crack-addled cookie-sailor on mental health leave from the Navy. S�fun.

5. The Salon Personals scare the poopy out of me. These people are all very witty with their one-liners and cute come-ons, all very hip with their babydoll tees and streaked hair. They are pretty. So why in Christ�s name are they putting personals on Salon? It�s not like MakeOutClub, which I know can be amusin�. At the risk of having some of you O-M people hurt me, I still don�t really get that either.