Well, My birthday came and went uneventfully, mercifully. I had a nice dinner with my dad and brother. The only problem is the residual birthday cake that calls out my name at 2 am. Strawberry creme cake is the most persistent and annoying of all leftover birthday cakes, I don't recommend it.
I am totally convinced that my dog is trying to commit suicide. Gordy has taken to playing a sort of bizarre canine version of "Chicken"...laying in the road in front of oncoming traffic only to jump out of the way at the very last minute. When I back out of the driveway I have to honk at him or I will run over him for sure. He is old, three-legged and grumpy. I can't really say I blame him. I refuse to tie him up to prevent him from doing this though, he's got rights too. Nobody would tie me up if I laid down in front of the car in the driveway....at least I don't think they would.
The sun porch is finally finished, but those gnats STILL pour through the screen. It's unbelievable! Blue's got little red bites on his shoulder from crawling around on it with no shirt on. I am so disheartened by that, the gnats getting in defeats the purpose of having the damned sun porch. Thankfully life is fleeting for the little bastards.
I have been working on this payroll project late at night for the past week. I don't like being here at night, it's creepy. I have a lock on the office door, but even that doesn't set me at ease. I think part of the problem is this particular Lou Reed album that I have in the cd player's rotation...it gives me the heebie jeebies at night for some reason. Isn't that strange? Something about his voice makes me think of murders and ghosts. Well, actually that makes sense when I think about it. "The coal black sea waits for me, me, me"? You're off the rotation Lou, sorry.
Off subject, I have narrowed down my afterlife request to be reincarnated as either Diana DiPrima or Neil Young's musically gifted daughter.
