poop is in the air

Went for a walk/picnic on the mountain. Very bright and crisp which is what I prefer. I hate hot and sticky, so it's good when it's a little cold.
Most of the walk was spent catching whiffs here and there of dogshit. Very scenic.
Sometimes the smell was strong it seemed like it was everywhere. The dogs seemed happy. Probably like hearing/smelling a million old messages from friends gone by... if that makes sense.
If it doesn't, I will blame the wine. I took a half bottle and some bread and cheese up there. It was an exercise of sorts... what kind you're wondering??
I guess that's for me to know and you to find out.

Spent last nite drinking vodka and seven after vodka and seven after vodka and seven. Had some people over and we just sat around drinking waiting for it to kick in. Must have been faulty alcohol because it wasn't until we went out and I bought a vodka cooler from the depanneur that I actually started to feel a little tipsy. The buzz from the vodka coolers can be pretty good, but you pay for it in the amunt of sugar those things have. It can hurt later.

But I finally slept in and actually got some rest. Now I will be able to stay up late and work. Or watch bad movies, I can't decide which is best...
Now I'm feeling the wine a lot and beginning to wonder if it was a good idea to start this. It is a Sunday night after all, which means nothing to me, but a lot to some people.
Oh well, can't take it back now (tee, hee).

I know I did a lot of crazy dreaming last night, but it was all gone before I even opened my eyes. There was a baby in there somewhere and I was having a hot make-out session with someone, who I can't remember at all. It makes me horny, trying to remember that part of the dream. But that really isn't a surprise... anything tends to make me horny.
I also believe there were palm trees somewhere in the dream, but don't quote me on that. It could have been a movie I'm thinking about.
Speaking of movies, as a film graduate, I am tired of people telling me who and what I should like about film. It's my business. I've studied it, so it's not like I have random opinions on things, which I think would be better anyway half the time.
My point is that I wouldn't tell an architect what kinds of buildings she has to like and which architects she has to admire. Why would anyone even care if you really think about it? Even if the person had the most uneducated and hideous opinions in architecture, it's their business. This is getting confusing, but all I know is that if one more person tells me I have to admire Tarantino, I will cut their ear off, and tell them that I appreciate his ideas on torture, throw the ear at them and walk away.
In a perfect world.

The light outside is almost like it is on the prairies sometimes. I almost feel like I could look out the window and see a flat field stretched out before me... but what I will actually see is a busy street with a bunch of cars.
But the light is the right shade of amber, like the light around a campfire.