I am so exhausted. We spent hours searching for my dad’s dog last night. I didn’t go to bed until nearly four in the morning. Then at like five-something she came back on her own.
She was just sitting outside the door, panting and doggy grinning like she hadn’t done anything wrong.
*PUNT*
Though you’re really not supposed to do that to any dog that’s not your own. Even if she totally deserves it and is the perfect size to get some good air. That’s just wrong… *PUNT*
My brother got all freaked out because I’ve got a little brown spot on the top of my head. He’s all worried that I have like melanoma or something. I told him not to stress, brother, it’s all good in the neighborhood.
No, honestly he’s kind of spooked me a little. But what am I supposed to do about it, yanno?
I’ve been writing copious amounts, and I’ve discovered Coke Zero. Yes, it has a real Coca-Cola TASTE, but it’s mixed with the flavor of aspartamine and POISON. It’s my new favorite drink. Boing.
I put some crap up on http://harperkingsley.livejournal.com. You know, excerpts and whatnot. All cross-posted at http://harperkingsley.dreamwidth.com.