I know must be here for a real reason, 'cause he got hit like I got hit & he ain't fcking breathing.

When one doesn't update in several days, and in those days many activites occur, the task of recapping can be daunting. I feel there should be some sort of clarity as to what moments are most important or which ones will stay with me longest, but then other times I think I should write about the insignificant ones precisely because I will be less likely to commit them to crystallized memory.

I've had a great long weekend mini-vacation.

There's still half a strawberry rhubarb pie in the fridge from a suburban adventure on Thursday evening invovling Damon, Elk Grove, Baker's Square, and a Motel 6. Basically we had a spend-the-night party with HBO away from the city and fireworks, bringing Sophie along for good measure. I don't know how Damon feels, but Sophie and I hate fireworks. We hate loud sudden noises. Therefore, I hate fourth of July.

My sheets should be replaced and washed since they've lost their downy dryer sheet smell and instead are filled with various bodily fluids from a Saturday with no obligations except to relax and do what we wanted.

I'm looking forward to several things next week: Hearts game on Tuesday, Teatro Luna performance on Wednesday, and sean7232's visit. With his visit, I think I have a nice blend of dirty and fun plans without too many high expectations.

The past two mornings I actually slept until approximately 11 am. That's so not like me. Sunday night depression is at-risk for kicking in early -- I can feel it hovering. In part because of interrupted sleep last night from a ghostly visitation -- not to me, but to dommeyourass. I was busy having dreams involving fun car chases, talking to mintwaster and cocolola about the benefits of being an X-Men mutant, and a visit from my former dance aerobics instructor who called me "Raymond" even though I haven't seen her in five years.

Today I'm spending time listing books to sell on Amazon.com, reading, making phone calls, writing, watching Buffy, and learning about what I can do to cleanse and improve my colon health. Exciting, I know.

Longer than there have been stars up in the heavens

At Trader Joe's this afternoon I had this long chatty conversation about dogs with the cashier while she bagged my groceries. It was one of those experiences where if I had been the person behind me in line witnessing it, I might have gone crazy with impatience and annoyance, but because I was participating, I didn't mind.

My dog is the most adorable and loving creature on the planet, and my model for all future behavior, with the exception of shedding and non-negotiatied biting. I just picked her up to rub her belly and she was so happy that she was snorting at the same time she was licking my face.

She will be so sad when I have to go back to work tomorrow after three and a half days of adventures together. I will be sad too.

But to distract me in the meantime, I'm going to go make dinner than go see 28 Days Later.