||[Oct. 5th, 2007|08:57 am]
an amateur historian
|||||The Hives - Abra Cadaver||]|
"I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life." Leo Tolstoy, "Family Happiness"
i noticed while walking out to my car this morning that there's a pile of dog poo on our sidewalk in front of the house. i've set the sprinklers to water every other day. at ten. the office: holy crap. caught my sister smoking a hooter in our mom's basement the other day leaving me feeling less at ease about her taking care of my cancer-stricken father. now i've found out he's getting twenty-four hour care. i love these new black socks... they're thin and they don't ride down my calves. perfect for smart shoes. i asked for three shots of espresso to be thrown in with my 20 oz coffee this morning. in provo, we'd call it a 'meltdown.' here in the big city, they call it a 'shot int he dark.' i like 'meltdown' better, i think. my mom's dog, keiser soze has been having seizures and we're all concerned for him. he should be getting his blood work back today. i submitted my resume to an agency the other day and have lost some sleep over its lackluster. i wish i had spiced it up a little more, if that means anything. good hell. um, el's leaving town this weekend and i'm gutted i can't be joining her. this will be the second weekend in a row that i'm alone at home. i'm on deadline though and will really need to get this magazine done. and so, yes. i'm wearing a tie today. i think i'm going to take a long lunch and drive down to see my dad.