six feet and rising

I'm feeling tired and not that interesting, despite the fact that in the last few days
1) I rode in a police department helicopter (300 feet up, 75 miles an hour, no door on my side and not-as-windy-as-you'd-think) and
2) I lied to my therapist (I wasn't in the mood to see him on Tuesday).

Let's see if any of these favorite Six Feet Under quotes get me going:

Margaret: [on having sex with other people] You can't fuck my friends, I can't fuck yours. No fucking of mutual friends. Never in Hawaii. Never in a hotel that costs more than $300 a night. And never in a hotel that's under $75 a night. Not on holidays. And there are others, I just can't remember all of them at the moment.

I'm not going to be fucking other people any time soon. The vegetarian Bacon is a winner on several fronts--all of her quirks are charming, from her love of sweet alcoholic drinks to her nervousness that she's boring me ("I must be totally boring you...") every time she speaks for longer than 8 seconds. She can small-talk just about anyone, with an edge of shyness that endears her to all, and her My Little Pony trivia knowledge is endless. Also, whenever I start to make a thumping electronica sound with my mouth, she lifts her ams up and does a semi-sincere parody of a teenage dancer at a rave. I was going to say that I'm smiling just typing this, but that's not exactly true--my facial expression is stoic, but my heart sings.

Ruth: Thank you. I've had the best time coming to this funny little restaurant and having you yell at me in the bathroom.

A vice-president took out my department for lunch today, as a thank-you for some extra work we accomplished three months ago. I ended up sitting at the corner of the table with Sally and Jeremiah. Sometimes rattlesnakes invade the parking lot where we work, so the vice-prez told us a few stories about security guards picking up baby rattlers with their bare hands.

By the time we walked back from the restaurant, Sally was talking about the time she camped with friends. They needed to scare away a circle of hungry-for-their-BBQ'd-chicken wolves. It involved lots of shouting and singing of "White Rabbit."

"So we crouched down with our backs to them and turned around and lifted up our arms and shouted, Yaaaaaaaa!" In demonstration, she turned her back to us and spun slowly around and raised both arms, ha ya! I almost took off for the hills.

Maggie Sibley: I know that if you think life's a vending machine where you put in virtue and take out happiness, then you're going to be disappointed.

I'm done. I almost deleted this post. But I kept it, because I want to remember my thoughts about the veg Bacon on this day, the longest of the year.