SKÓGURANDI

I had a really awesome/strange dream last night. It was snowing and I was in the woods outside some walled village that looked like it was from colonial times. I saw this hound of some kind that had the coat and body of a northwestern grey wolf but more white and black but it had a shorter snout like a hyena. It had two like piercing, glowing ice-blue eyes and kept looking at me but not really in a mean way or anything, almost endearing or protective. It was just watching me and walking in/out/through/around this brick wall. I was asking these two people I was with if that was a wolf or a dog or something repeatedly but they couldn’t hear me. I held a lantern up to them to get their attention and one of them called it a “börgjón,” and the other called it a “körgjón.” I couldn’t find anything like that when I looked it up but I can see its face.

Skies were golden, I was folding up my day.
Everyone is changing out of wet clothes,
Coming in from the rain.
Afternoon patterns fade from my eyes,
Into the walls.
Mine are wide open,
Fences rotting around my grave.

Charlie, Mac, Dennis, Sweet Dee, & Frank. I love you all so much. And days off work.

Little less I find more attractive in someone else than using proper grammar.

Shows that I just cannot figure out who watches them
AKA
(Why are you even on TV, no one likes you):

+Becker
+Frasier
+The Oblongs
+Moral Orel
+George Lopez
+Georgo Lopez Tonight
+House of Payne

I know I could probably go on. But really, you make daytime television in the break room seem moderately appealing. And I don’t even understand those because they’re only in Spanish.