Another pleasant valley Sunday

This is just a crazy thought-but I think there might be something wrong with my washing machine. Nothing that takes away from its ability to clean clothes-just that it is so bloody loud the spin cycle sounds like I'm being invaded by ancient tanks with machine guns blazing.
Is that normal?
Oh-thank the heavens the cycle is over. And that was my last load of clothes.

Thoughts on stuff that popped into my head during the course of CD burning and file compressing...

How is it that I can go to the store 5-7 times a week and consistently forget to buy clothespins and trash bags? Do you think it's some kind of aversion to laundry and properly bagged trash? Or am I just flaky?

Why do I always make a Sunday dinner that could easily feed a family of four hungry carnivores? I am a single carnivore with a tendency to spoil my dinner with candy and chips. There is no need for 2 pounds of beef, several potatoes and whatever other kind of side dish I may put together. I could, however, use a cupcake right now. But I am way too lazy to actually make any. And I don't have any of those papers or frosting or sprinkles. That pretty much kills my dreams of cupcakes. Maybe a stop at the coffee shop is in order soon.

My sister and her man jetted down to Houston this weekend. Certainly must suck to be her. With a new house in the Rust Belt, a job lined up (or so I've heard) and a new man with money enough to fly them both to TX for a weekend. You remember when I called her emotionally vampiric? I don't think I ever finished the thought. It's not an insult-as much as it sound like one. So I'm going to justify the statement now. She has been known, in the past, to be kind of soul sapping in her neediness. To cut a long story short, I think that's kind of entirely my fault. If she hadn't spent the first 17 years of her life the younger sister of a histrionic lunatic I suspect she would have been far less interested in directing people's attention in her direction. But, since she did live with me, and I sapped everyone's energy and will to live for most of a decade with my--let's call them, unfortunate--actions she adapted. I mean, for G-d's sake, look at her chosen profession. One would certainly hope that, much like my lunacy, her need to be needed has matured to a level where it is useful as opposed to a hindrance.
And just a note, I'm not sure why I'm leaving out the vowel in the name of the Supreme Diety--it's a thing I'm into this week.
More notes--I would like to emphasize that I am insulting myself with this analysis. I'm the ass here-other people might have strange tendencies but I'm the fuck up.
That should be obvious if only because of the fact that you don't see me swinging to the Lonestar State to attend a wedding with my squeeze.

Ever notice that Dish talks to you sometimes? For example, I was just given the option to press "Select" to get a CD on some kind of car or thing. Why would I do that?

I realize it seems a lot like obsession. And maybe not in a good way. But that whole working in a library and having tremendous amounts of free time to browse the card catalogue and the interwebs contributes to the focus. If I worked in a factory I wouldn't have near the amount of time to acquire knowledge about whatever is my main topic of interest of the moment. Though I've always been this way. Available sources of information. Did you know you can happily read IMDB, shop on Amazon and surf message boards and just by pressing Alt-Tab your screen will switch from the Internet to something that appears to indicate you're acually working? It's very useful information. That and the fact that October is World Series month and I'm not interesting enough to do anything that involves leaving the couch just adds to what appears to be an unhealthy focus.
I'm not good with healthy focus. That's why Mum made me promise to not stalk Stephen Colbert even though I totally could. I promised because I'm a good daughter and don't want to bring more shame to my family. That-and I'm lazy.

How much time did you spend in the car-driving to and from yr house to mine compared to the amount of time spent watching the Tivo'd SNL and taking our dogs to the dog park? Not that I didn't have a good time and appreciate the visit. It was quite fun. Coupland loves to show off for the ladies. And he loves being the big dog. I'm just curious which took up more time.

Does my landlady ever even stop by the house? Not that I want to visit with her or anything-but there's been no sign of her for well over a month. Since I pay my rent with money orders I don't even know if she got my October payment. Maybe working the day shift is saving me from crossing paths with her.
What made me so mean?


Another thought-which me is actually me?
What?
There's at least two versions of me walking this planet.
Version 1-The horrible, unpleasant, mean and entirely unlovable person I think I am. The person that has to be alone-that deserves nothing else. The person I see when I look in the mirror.
Version 2-The funny, friendly, caring and endearing individual people seem to see when they look at me. The person that makes people laugh and is enjoyable company.
It makes sense that we are different people in different situations (that is a side effect of being part of humanity) but how can those different sides of one person be so diametrically opposed?

Why don't I keep cupcake wrappers in the cupboard? I have fennel! I have three different types of curry! Why don't I keep a back stock of dessert making stuff?
Because you'd weigh several thousand pounds if you had sweet snacks available at all times...You do realize you have Milky Way bars right?
Ooh! I'd forgotten that.
Shut up and eat some damn candy, would you? You're boring people. And how much have you had to drink?
Two beers since---4.
So, that's approx. 1/4 a beer per hour for the last almost 4 hours.
You are a math genius.
I just thought maybe you were drunk.
No-just thinking.
Stop it. You'll give yourself a headache.
Fine. I'm stopping. Just because I'm going to stop typing doesn't mean you're going to get out of listening to my ramblings.
At least no one else will have to.