I wish that you could meet my girlfriend, my girlfriend who lives in Canada*

Everything you're not is exactly who I want you to be.
Not a very positive statement, is it?
Maybe I'll write some angsty piece of angstness from angstburg about it. Or decide that I'm just feeling bitter today.

How I spent my day off:

7am-woke up. Stayed in bed until
7:30-when Mr. Dog decided to stand on my chest and bark at me
8am-walk 1 mile around the block
8:20-return from walk pour cup of coffee
8:45-realized that I've seen that ep of General Hospital already. Begin cleaning kitchen
8:46-2:30pm-cleaning and not enjoying it at all.
3-3:30-Judge Judy break
3:30-4:15-went Krogering
4:30-5:00-took the hound to the dog park
--he was stalked by a beast with a purple collar. Coupland held his own and showed that he was a tough SOB by folding back his ears and barking with his most badassssss dog voice
--a Dachsie tried to play with Cope, but he (that is, my he) was too busy being hardcore to play with someone his own size. My dog is so rude. He needs to realize his position in life.
5:10-returned from the store with 2 beers (not 40s, I'm not mad) and made dinner
6-now--fuck all

Well, that's it. Off to watch the video for "Walking on Broken Glass" on YouTube. It's been awhile since I've enjoyed the wonder of Hugh Laurie in make-up. Awhile being approx. 6 days.

*entry title courtesy of Avenue Q original Broadway cast recording