Turning up the music and pretending the noises in the hallway are background noises in "Taking the Farm" or "Shine a Light"

Wolf Parade says, "And I'm content, I'm content, I'm content to be quiet/ Some will sink and some will get called to the light."  I'm sitting in my bed, quiet, in my room, and my parents are fighting about where my Dad put his inhaler.  He can't find it.  My mother says he needs to be more responsible with his medication, and he needs to put it away when he is done with it.  That is, he shouldn't leave it in the kids room, in their drawer, on top of their desk, etc.  My father yells back that he needs his inhaler, or he can't breathe at night.  And besides, where is he going to put it?  "In a fucking safe?"  Etc, etc.  The wailing in the background of "Taking the Farm" can't be distinguished from the wailing outside my bedroom door, so I'm quiet, content.

When I am cleaning out the grease traps at work, or emptying the friolators through the fry-filter, I still get comments that I am not smiling, or that I don't look happy.  Why do I need to have a smile on my face when I am covered in grease, and while I am filtering that, if handled irresponsibly, could give me third degree burns on my arms?  Those too are occasions for smiling and chipper conversations?

A vicodin inspired rambling

On my bike ride today I saw a real estate sign in front of a house on the top of a hill, under power lines, that said: "For Sale: 21 Acres."  I shook my head in disgust, and thought, "great, a soccer mom and her robot husband and 2 robot, zombie children with penciled in schedules on the refrigerator are going to buy it, not use the 21 acres, because they think they need a sprawling yard in sprawling suburbs.  What a waste," because I've been thinking lately that our sprawling suburbs idea has not been the best long term plan.  Anyways, after I shook my head in disgust, I shook my head in disgust again, because I realized I too would want 21 acres of land.  But why?  What would I do with 21 acres of land?  Do I need that much land?  Does anyone, besides farmers, need 21 acres of land?  If we don't need it, why do we buy it?  Why do we buy anything we don't need?  Why do we buy anything?  

Randy Travis is on David Letterman right now singing a song from his new album.  He's sold 21 million albums and I've never heard of him.  Do people from other countries listen to country music?

You know our hearts beat time they're waiting for something that'll never arrive

Franklin smelled like a stogy last week.  I don't know why.  Driving through the center of town, past Devitas, I smelled a stogy, and thought it was coming from the psuedo-Italian men working at Deviats at 10:30 at night, mopping up the deli floor, but when I stopped at the stop lights in front of St. Mary's church, I still smelled stogies.  

I'm riding my bike.  Sometimes I get migraines afterwards, sometimes I don't.  There is no rhyme or reason to it.   I've conducted so many experiments on myself while riding.  I have an appointment August 5 with a neurologist.  This neurologist is supposed to be really good.  The office sent me a packet of information about migraines, neurology, etc, and a packet of information about my migraines that I need to fill out before arriving on August 5, and I have to bring a copy of my MRI.  At the other neurologist I went to, I didn't have to do any of that.  I think I got the ghetto migraine treatment.

I want to know what people are thinking when they leave their Dunkin Donuts iced coffee cups on the side of the roads.  I've been keeping track on every ride.  While I am riding my bike, I see medium sized ice coffee cups sitting inside the white lines on streets. They have remnants of cream and sugar, tinted with a little bit of coffee sitting at the bottom of the cup, tilted, spilling over onto the white line, or into a pothole.  There are more Dunkin Donuts iced coffee cups on the side of the road than any other kind of litter.  In fact, I bet there are more Dunkin Donuts iced coffee cups than old condom wrappers, empty bottles of water, McDonald's cheeseburger wrappers, and empty soda bottles combined.  The side of the road is not a trash barrel.