2:38 p.m. - 2005-03-15
Run down
Apartment: Still waiting...
My dog said my step-dad's name last night. She was pestering me to put her outside, and I was already snuggly on the couch watching Love Actually (I was having a sentimental, warm fuzzy moment) and was not about to be interrupted in the middle of Li@m Neeson delectableness to put the doggie out for the 1234th time. So I told her to go ask ____. And she looked at him and said his name! This is her second word. Her first one was an emphatic NO!
I love me doggie so much.
Work has been an flying shitstorm so I am back to being unhappy. But I'm getting closer to knowing what I want to do for real, and once I make a firm decision, I'll feel a lot happier about things in general.
Besides, the annual Sullyfest in honor of St. Patrick's Day is just around the corner. What's not to be happy about?
