Quote of the day: “I'm cheerfully brain-dead today.” ~Neil Gaiman.
Song of the day: “Stricken” by Disturbed (and I will have more to say about it tomorrow)
State of mind: still sleepy
Because we have been getting biblical proportion rain up her in the North East for the past week and a half the pre autumn fade that started has been forestalled and for a few weeks more the trees have kept their leaves. Some have begun to turn already, adding a nice dimension to the normally dense block of green that surrounds the dealership. Soon the leaves will fall making puddles of color until all the branches are bare.
I mention this only because everyday on my way to and from work I pass a house that has one tree in its front yard that is already bare. Has been all summer. In fact, I think it is safe to say it is dead. And every day as I pass this dead tree there is one very large and menacing black bird perched on the very top branch. It’s very Hitchcockesque and gives me the creeps. Could he be a lookout for some evil entity just waiting to wreak havoc on this tiny town? Is it a spy for Sauron? Are the hobbits on their way here with the One Ring? Or is it the harbinger of revenge? Someone’s girlfriend got murdered and her true love is on his way to dispense some ass kicking justice from beyond the grave? I don’t know. I don’t really care. I just want that bird to go away. He’s up to something. I just know it.
In other news the office manager has decided to quit smoking, cold turkey. As long as her wrath isn’t focused in my direction, this is going to be a very entertaining few weeks. *evil grin here*
Angel quote of the day:
Gunn: So, I look Russian to you?
Cordelia: Black Russian.
Angel: That's a drink.