Peaceful as a hurricane eye

I slept until noon today! And the dog let me! How cool is that? It was just like the halcyon days before I got employed.
I've spent most of the day on the phone. Pretty much talked to everyone with whom I am in contact today. Dear Verizon, thank you for In-Calling and unlimited nights and weekends.
Everything about Sundays are awfully lonely, I think. They're the loneliest day, but it's not Friday night lonely. It's a totally different brand of alone, is Sunday. It's nostalgic and filled with ghosts, Sunday is. Other days are just empty, sitting in silent near darkness trying not to think but Sunday is more about what was than what is. It's my favorite day. The way I prefer an honest ending over a happy one, I prefer an honest day rather than one that feels like it's trying too hard.
Saturdays try too hard. Yesterday was the branch head's retirement party. It was very nice. I nearly adopted a puppy (I still worry the fact that I didn't was the wrong decision-tho Coupland thinks that life is good when he's the only dog. He just doesn't know the fun of being the little head dog. When I get a house of my own, I'm going to get another dog. I will name him Stephen. My dogs are all so intellectual.)
Baxter came to me in a dream last night. I know, you probably think I dreamt Baxter, but I could touch him, smell him. Just like when he was here. If it was a dream it was a very real one. I don't know why he was there, he just was. I know anyone that knows me wouldn't debate that I love Coupland, he's my sweet baby. Still, I miss Baxter. It doesn't seem at all fair that he didn't last long enough to live a somewhat settled and secure life. Lived and died wherever he could find a place to lie down.
"I'll only be here until August anyway. I'll never have a home."
"Seriously, girl, if I can settle down-and I was all kinds of a gypsy for years...Well, not really gypsy, more like itinerant farm worker, but six of one you know...If I can settle down, you can sometime, too. Maybe not where you are. Maybe in Austin or somewhere exotic like Des Moines, Iowa or St. Cloud, Minnesota."
"St. Cloud..."
"I hear it's lovely this time of year."
"There's probably snow."
"And that's a selling point."
"I like snow."
I don't. That's why I moved South. That and...fuck if I know what brought me here. My guess would be music.
Rock'n'roll music was the only thing I ever gave a damn about. After all.
You can learn a lot about someone by what they TiFaux.
"I've got SVU, Daily Show, Colbert, House, General Hospital, Breaking Bonaduce, Dr. Who, House, General Hospital, Colbert, House..."
"Dude, I should totally DVR House."
"Duh, yeah. Did you see this week's episode?"
"No."
"David Morse is on, and he's so awesome, of course. See, House thought Wilson was dating this nurse and his leg was hurting worse. Because the ketamine wore off and he's back on the pills and all. So he's really pissed about his leg and Wilson and he goes to the clinic and David Morse is like 'I waited two hours.' And House just brushes him off, like there's nothing wrong with you, get out of my face."
"Sure."
"But David Morse pushes and wants an exam. So, House decides to employ a rectal thermometer-in the traditional manner."
"Damn."
"It gets worse. He left it there, and just left the clinic."
"What a dick."
"I know, usually I think he's a dick just the right amount but that was overboard. So, the episode goes on and we see that Wilson is living in a hotel. And that is just depressing. And Cuddy isn't pregnant. Then, House is riding his bike down this street and he gets pulled over by David Morse. And House is a jerk, so David Morse starts searching him and reaches into his jacket and a bunch of Vicodin fall out. Cuz he doesn't have them in a bottle or anything."
"Of course not."
"So, he's like, 'Put your hands behind your head.' There's going to be, like, a whole bunch of hell to pay. Oh, and Wilson isn't dating anyone. Foreman is dating the nurse. Now you're caught up."
"Oh wow. That was good, I can see it."
"You totally have to start watching House, it's November sweeps. You're Tivo, though, What do you have?"
"Well, I recorded Meet the Press today because it's on at 10:30-which is WAY too early in my world."
"Meet the Press? I feel so low brow."
"We've also got South Park, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert and Family Guy. The low brow way outweighs the highbrow with us too."
"So the vegan likes cartoons, I see."
That's a good sign.

"She's bi-polar and refuses to take her medication."
"Hey! Nothin' wrong with that."
"She can be either very lovable or awful."
"Again, what's the problem?...Guess I shouldn't be so glib?"
"I don't know."
"I've earned it, I think."
"I suppose."

"I have a theory, Mum. I think my iTunes is sentient."
"Why?"
"The other day, when I was talking to you it kept playing Harry Chapin. Then the other day when I was cleaning house it kept playing jazz and Broadway musicals. And I only have, like, 150-200 jazz and Broadway musical songs out of over 3000."
"I am so ashamed of you."
"You think I should get more?"
"What do you think?"
"It's not like the jazz is that shit you find left of the dial. It's Duke Ellington and Benny Goodman. Real jazz. Swinging stuff. And I don't try to explain the musicals. They make me happy."
"That's small comfort."