So there's this dog in the hospital last night. A cute little whippet, show quality, very sweet. Name is Mr. Big. Sex and the City reference, very cute. The dog's last name ...well ...
Could you walk into an animal hospital with a straight face and say, "Hi, I'm here to pick up Mr. Big Peter?"
Sad, i say. just sad.
It's worse than 'Woody' Long, a terrier that came in a few weeks ago ...
I was supposed to hang out with dreammadeflesh
tonight, but i'm feeling kinda crappy, so i'm just going to go to my mom's and get some more sleep. maybe catch up on some of the sleep that i haven't been able to get for the last week.
Both of us have tomorrow of, so after therapy we can go do something fun. Assuming I can find anything fun to do. I am so uninspired. And I don't think he likes shopping. Maybe we could go thrift store digging or something. i need new old clothes. Maybe a movie ...
I'm still trying to get someone to cover for me at work so i can take a vacation ... i don't know what i'll do if i can't get it.
i'll just work, i guess.
I haven't even had time to knit lately. how sad is that?
after a bit of fussing with it, my computer is a little less jacked up. however, it still sucks. I need to bribe hamsterhuey
into fixing it ... seeing as how they're opening up a Subway
withing walking distance of my house, i don't think it'll be too hard to talk him into coming up and hanging out for a while.
Anyone remember Travis, my loser friend, living in Missouri with "714" tattooed on the back of his neck? He was the one who got in a fight with my neighbors at my birthday party a while back. I guess he's coming back to California in a few months. He's one of those friends who i can deal with for limited times every now and then ... so it'll be nice to see him. Maybe I'll use that as an excuse to have a party.