Pinot in a Box: Very Effective (Random Drunk Post)
Bota Boxed wine is pretty okay. Thanks to BevMo, I haven't had to restock in a while. Most recently, my sporadic booze choices have involved Bota Box's Pinto Grigio, Jeremiah Weed bourbon, and a beer from Maui Brewing Company involving coconut. The latter was okay, but too subtle in the coconut vein.
I don't want to talk about work. I'm trying not to take it personally, that inevitable showing up of the crazy woman who will annoy the fuck out of me, but this is a bigger challenge than my sporadic Buddhist practice. I just... Why can't I have a trust fund and hermit the fuck out?!
Our apartment's bathroom needs repairs, so we're holing up in a hotel for a couple of nights. I'm hoping this goes quickly. We've decided to leave Clem to scamper under the bed while the work people are here, because hotels are pricey and difficult to get her into. She's just about as anxious as I am and without the ability to understand what's happening, so we're counting on her need to hunker down--and our proximity to check in on her--to keep her home. Right now, she's snoozing with a paw scrunched over her face, snoring. Trying to get her into a carrier and to not claw her way into a bedspring in some random hotel seems daunting.
Just finished reading The Men Who Stare At Goats. Pretty hilariously odd. I used to listen to the occasional Art Bell ep, and The Hub still listens to Coast to Coast (with a different host), but my B.S. detector screams every time I hear someone talk about remote viewing. There are strange things in the world, but people are ofttimes full of crap. This is why I commemorate the new year by posting last year's horoscopes.
Heh.
Time to wind down for bed. Dreams have been really weird lately: a huge Range Rover bus, a friend identified as "Genderqueer", and a huuuuuuuuge Magic the Gathering type game session that took HOURS. Maybe it's the vino.