The Point, originally uploaded by tangent.

I needed more cookies and ginger ale so I drove to Walgreens with the girls and on the way home we stopped at the creepy little park for run/fetch/fun times. The moment I let the dogs off their leashes we ran into an extremely obese woman clutching a tiny animal to her ample chest. It took me a moment to figure out what the animal was.

“Is that a cat?” I said, even though I could tell it was (translation: what the hell is a cat doing here?).

“Yes, it’s a cat,” she sniffed, then added haughtily, “We’re practicing leash training.”

Oh Christ. Cats at the dog park? What is this world coming to? I tried boosting my lackluster energy with an energy drink while at the park. I hadn’t had an energy drink since the Mega Panic Attack of Spring 2008, and thought, what the hell. DISGUSTING! How did I ever used to drink those things? Maybe I could tolerate them back when I was smoking since all of my taste buds were dead, but no longer. I’m just going to have to ride out this wave of laziness…on the couch. Yesterday’s couch movies: “The House of Yes” and “Signs”.

Memorable quotes from “The House of Yes”:

Marty: Are you being wise?
Jackie-O: One day I woke up wise.
Marty: One day I woke up stupid.
Jackie-O: What’d you do?
Marty: I went back to bed.
Jackie-O: That was wise.

Jackie-O: They’ve switched me–I used to be green, now I’m brown. I wanted my pills to match my eyes. Color me beautiful!

Lesly: I don’t think you’re insane.
Jackie-O: You don’t?
Lesly: No.
Jackie-O: You don’t think I’m an eensie weensie bit insane?
Lesly: I don’t think you’re insane. I think you’re just spoiled.
Jackie-O: [exasperated] Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I’m going to bed.

Tom Waits has a new album called “Glitter and Doom”. That’s a damn fine name for an album. Now if you’ll pardon me, it’s couch time.