skullcap and mullet

I am obsessed with the X-Files. I never watched the show when it was on the air, but now, I've been going through these DVDs like a hot knife goes through butter. It's been easy, and enjoyable, and actually not at all fattening, so I guess that butter thing maybe isn't accurate as a trope at all. But whatever the metaphor, when G comes in, we'll keep watching.

My phone broke. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that I dropped it one too many times -- the straw that broke the camel's trusty old candybar-style Nokia -- but I'm not that sad. Why, you ask. Well, as a result of the sad demise of my electronic limb, I've been having a me-day. I finished my review of D. Nurkse's The Border Kingdom (which you should read now that it's out -- it's a beautiful manuscript), and edited the snot out of a woeful mess I had the gall to call a poem last spring. Then, yoga, and then I cooked a bizarre dinner that should be categorized someplace between burritos and dumplings. Dumplitos? Burrlings? You decide. The informal poll will take place in my comments section.

At any rate, while I am enjoying it, I still somehow doubt that the elation about being in my own company will last very long. I'm the type that wants to always have something scheduled, but who will go to all lengths to avoid doing the scheduled task, and who isn't above making plans for coffees (or happy hour PBRs, or housepainting, or lawn-seeding) just to steer away and distract from said thing.

Actually, on second thought, I'm thinking I'll make it until I'm through these X-Files DVDs.