So i got a speeding ticket.
Motherfucking cops are all sneaky sometimes. Dark, solid colored car. No lights on the outside, just in the windshield. sneaky fucks. I can see a marked car a mile away.
Predictably, this put me into a wonderful mood for the rest of the day.
I picked up
Nico has the cutest puppy with the sharpest teeth ...
The evening was only clouded by my own foul mood, headache, hunger, and caffeine shortage. Michael dragged me off to Denny's to make some things better. Then we went to his house, and watched a creepy movie about Ed Gein while I worked on my proposal. Which is coming out nicely, by the way. I still haven't hit the part where I ask for money. That scares me a little bit. Hopefully it will be quiet at work tonight, as I have to finish and fax it out tonight.
Marge is going to watch Flea for the weekend ... I hate leaving my baby dog, even though I know she'll take good care of him. I'll probably be calling her every hour to check up on him ...
I'm sooo looking forward to this weekend. I have to go to Trader Joe's today to buy all the stuff my mom considers "weird" and won't buy at the grocery store, like tea and provolone cheese. I work tonight, then I'm picking Michael up and going out to my house, where I need to pack, set the cats up for the weekend, clean litterboxes, and try and get some sleep before I wake up Friday morning and drive out to the desert.