throw some shadows on the spider and call it a day

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This weather is great. It’s great, but it’s starting to freak me out. It’s June… we should be baking in the sun by now, not having cool, cloudy, and foggy mornings. This is really weird. What does this auger? Will we have snow in September? Or will it be blisteringly hot until late November? Anything’s possible at this point.

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The southern dialect has a lot of weird aspects to it, and i’m always amused whenever i hear anyone down here say the word “oil.” They reduce it it a monsyllabic drawl somewhere between “awl” and “ohl.”

AWHL. I needta go change mah awhl. America needs to drill fer more awhl.

Don’t get me started on how “hot” means angry and “ugly” means disagreeable.

She was being ugly, and i got hot, boy.

The sad thing is, as much as i don’t fit in with southerners, i don’t really fit in with northerners or hipsters either, as far as i can tell. I am a man without a country.

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Shucks, i should enjoy this month as hard as i can. Muna says she’s leaving to go on a nearly 2-month trip to Africa at the start of July. That’s just long enough to make me nervous… if it was two weeks, that’d be one thing, but two months? They might try to fill her spot while she’s gone. Sure, legally, they have to give her a leave of absence and let her come back, but they consider all our spots to be basically interchangeable. They might slap some greaseball into her slot rather than pay people overtime for two months, and then when she gets back they’ll try to put her in some empty slot elsewhere. And she won’t work elsewhere. She’ll quit if she loses this post.

And on top of that, i doubt that Dahir could survive working two months with random people. He’s gotten so used to either having me or Muna there to stay awake and look after things. He’s already been given a final warning for missing too many days — one night with a snitch or a fellow sleepyhead could end it for him. Dahir and Nilley working together for 8 hours? That’d be a recipe for disaster.

Sigh. All this must pass. But why so soon.

All week, i’ve been having nightmares that i’m back at the shit jobs i used to work prior to 2006. I’m in some labyrinthine gas station and customers are lining up, and i’m in front of a computer or a cash register, but i’ve forgotten how it works, and my shirt is too tight, and people are frying hamburgers behind me, and i realize that i’m making $7.50/hour and i’m overcome with a wave of nausea before waking up.

I know how lame that sounds. But it’s the truth.

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Damnit, there’s a pest notice on my door saying that snakes have been sighted at the creek right next to our place. The dog pooping area. I love that place, it’s nice having a strip of raw nature so close, but i don’t want my dogs bitten by a freaking snake.

Cooper just had a nasty bout of diarrhea that was so bad that i had to take him to the vet. Our pristine carpets just took a whooping. Thank god for Pet Woolite. Poor Cooper. He’s such an old puppy.

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I’ve eaten a turkey-avocado sandwich for dinner every night for weeks. I gotta stop at some point. Mostly because i’m getting intrigued by this low-carb thing. There was this two-day period where i ate nothing but salad and fish, and i felt…. strangely calm and energetic. Maybe the low-carb psycho nutsacks are on to something.

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I kind of grinned when i heard on the radio that authorities in Florida were bracing for protestors as the George Zimmerman trial begins, but none have showed up yet. That sounds about right. Do you get this feeling lately that people are just worn the fuck out? Who can keep up with everything? Trayvon Martin. The IRS. Benghazi. The NSA collecting records from Verizon. Global warming. Oklahoma tornadoes. Superstorm Sandy recovery funding. Turkish protests. Civil War in Syria. Plan B pills. North Korean missiles. Mass shooting in California…

…i mean, who cares anymore? Nowadays, i hear on the news that someone shot ten people or that Iraq is sliding into chaos with hundreds of people being blown up, and i just think… meh, that’s just stuff that happens these days. It would be strange if that shit wasn’t happening.

Screw you, world. I’m working on drawings for my customers and watching Death Note. That’s all i have room for in my mind right now. If i was still drinking, i’d be drinking a lot these days.

Throw some shadows on the spider and call it a day.