I slept like the dead last night. Using the treadmill will do that for you, if you pull yourself out of your own way to get something done. One thing I haven’t done: laundry. It’s still in a pile, collecting animal hair, and serving as the comfiest bed to both beagle and feline. Wish I had time to fold it. Okay… I do. But I wanted to sleep and watch a movie with D.  Perhaps I’ll get to it today.

So, D had an interview with Xerox (please ignore this if you read it before), and he should hear on Flyday whether or not he got the job. Cross everything you’ve got. Really. Yes, I even meant your eyes. Okay, well you can cross your eyes later. You need it to read this. Read on, cross your eyes later. But at least cross your fingers.

I read this on MSNBC regarding Heath Ledger’s funeral:

Fox News’ John Gibson on Jan. 22 opened his radio show with funeral music and mocked a signature line from “Brokeback,” saying, “Well, he found out how to quit you.”

Can I say…that’s just disgusting. And I’m tired of hearing the word “fag.” I hear it @ work. I hear it on the Xbox. Tired of it. Homophobia pisses me off. Let’s be honest guys (because guys seem to have more of a problem with the whole “gay” thing)… he’s probably not that into you.  Besides, Heath Ledger was a great actor, regardless of the roles he played. I’m sure some of your favorite actors(resses) have played tyrannical bastards, but no one blinks an eye when that happens. Mention boy on boy booty, and then the world freaks out. It’s enough to make me tear my hair out.

On a happier note, I smell like Burt’s Bees. It’s good stuff.

The weather here has been amazing. It’s damn cold, don’t get me wrong, which is why my blankets on the couch are so groovy. I run from the car, into the house, fend off the dogs and cats, drop my bags, and bounce under the blankets. It’s just for a few moments, because when I get home, the beagles want their food. The cold itself isn’t the problem right now, it’s the wind. It finds your marrow and freezes it solid. For hours, I struggle to get warm. I’m even wearing socks on a regular basis. But the views when I drive to work are just magnificent. St. Helens and Mt. Hood glow, the city’s taller towers peek from tall trees. Reflective windows shine warm light all over the city. Everyone seems to smile, although it’s hard to see their faces when they are half-strangled by scarves. Have I mentioned that I love scarves? I love them. There, now you know my secret.

My hands are cracking and my lip bleeds a lot because of the cold. Hence, why I smell like Burt’s Bees right now. I’d have them bleeding and cold everyday to live here. Luckily, it’s going to start getting warmer in a month or two.

I need more coffee.

Toodles