Hello! I'm Raymond Incongruent!

My life is a survey. Or at least my livejournal is. I'm not going to fill out the survey going around, despite the many temptations, but here's something similar -- a typical post in the form of a survey.

What LJers have you been thinking about?
a) First and foremost, let me wish a happy birthday to fish. And if you are ever going to be arrested for public drunkeness, at least the charges will now be lower since you're "of age". Oh, and sorry again for the annoying IM beeping last night.
b) brucebanner and jdcatron left last night -- they were nice enough to wait for me to get home from work so I could hug them goodbye. Though I doubt that was the real reason. I hope their drive goes well and that they don't catch my illness!

What song is playing on the radio right now?
"Silent Night" sung by Aaron Neville. Last weekend I was in the car with MelRo and Teacher Friend, and they described their "antipathy for Aaron" as well as a belief that he's whiney. I actually like Aaron Neville and believe he has a beautiful set of pipes. But I didn't feel compelled enough to argue this in the car -- it's not like I even own any albums by him. In other random music commentary, they're now playing Celine Dion singing "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)". How wrong is this? Let me count the way.

Name some random favorite items in your house that you've thought about lately.
- the xmas tree and lights and the candles on the mantlepiece
- my beach boys record that includes the songs "Wouldn't It be Nice" and "God Only Knows"
- the movies "Magnolia", "Fight Club", and "Fearless"
- the album "Since I Lost You" by the Avalanches
- the futon mattress with the clean, tight-fitting cover
- the bed and blankets and pillows and comforter


What were you doing one year ago at this time?
Well, on the 14th itself, I was thinking about a dream I had the night before in anticipation of my first date with MelRo. At work I was unpacking the 50 boxes of our law library. I was about to get the first e-mail from my brother saying that they decided not to support "my decision". And, of course, I was about to have the infamous first date which would forever change the direction of my course in life. Or something.

( and now for someone special's embarassment and humiliation )

"Hey Ray?....bye ."

After extensive conversations with my new best friend and possible fiancee (assuming she accepts my proposal on Monday) the clerk of the Illinois fourth district appellate court, the brief was NOT due today. I found this out around 11 am. I told Moody Famous-Hot Attorney (who really wasn't moody today) and then I filed a motion with her to allow me to go home. She was fine with it assuming my official boss was. I didn't go directly to her office, since she was talking to the org's executive director, and then MFHA kept beating me into the office. About 15 minutes later I was walking by, and apparantly MFHA told her I wanted to go home, because my boss said "Hey Ray?"

I stepped into the doorway.

"Bye."

I mumbled a few things, then said "ok, bye" and came home. I spent almost the entire afternoon horizontal. And some of it was even sleeping. There was also a standoff between my hormonal surge and my coil vibrator. I wasn't who would make it out alive -- and it's not like it's easy to bust an electric vibrator. But I obviously made it, since I'm currently typing, and so did my friend. I'm not sure why I was feeling so interminably hard. But luckily it's faded and now I'm just back to my normal hormone induced mild background noise turned-on-ness.

On the topic of fiancees, I also spent some quality time with my current wife, Dr. Crusher. How appropriate is it that TNN has a mini-Star Trek marathon on Friday nights? Why do they assume geeks stay home on Friday night?? I'm still cool. Sort of. Anyway, the good doctor was in her usual form, and her melodramatics just made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Which was an improvement over my previous emotional state of "near weeping" induced by Food Network shows showing happy holiday scenes that would embarass Courier and Ives.

But despite all these talks of nuptials, I'm much happier just living in sin.

P.S. I think the virus is finally retreating in my body and assuming I sleep through the night well, I hope to be at near 100% tomorrow. I hope to begin the sleeping process soon.