March 16, 2003 :: 11:05 a.m.
string beans are always the answer
Aww, Dog is being good. He likes to be near people all the time, so he's lying next to my chair as I write this. The fact that he's lying down at all is a miracle, as he's been rather spastic with the running in circles and stuff since he got here. But he got two walks this morning, and a romp in the muddy backyard (ick). He really likes Chico, the neighbor's little chihuahua. He hasn't met Ranger (the other neighbor's dog, who shares the backyard) yet, but he seems to have no trouble with other dogs. Cats are, of course, a different story. He doesn't have a problem with them, but they certainly have a problem with him. A very large problem that requires much hiding and hissing and hair-raising.
But yeah, he's being a delightful boy this morning. I'm sad that I won't get to see him again until next weekend. As much as I'm excited to have a dog and glad that we could give one a home, I almost think that it was a bad idea. No one is ever here, you know? He's going to be alone a lot, and that can't be good for a dog's mental health. Mason is here most of the time, but Mason stay locked up in his room. And it's not like the cats will be coming down to keep him company anytime in this century. So I feel bad for Mr. Dog, in a way. Hopefully my mom will make a point of taking him out with her sometimes instead of leaving him here alone.
I'm hungry. Very, very hungry. I got up at 8 this morning, and since then I've had a container of yogurt. I sort of want a bagel or something, but I don't want to get up. Dog is lying there so quietly, and god only knows that once I disturb him it'll take him a hour to calm down again. Nah, not that long. But still. Too bad the only things I have nearby to eat are peanut butter eggs, stale cookies, and a bag of tortilla chips. The tortilla chips are somewhat appetizing, but very strong, and I don't have a drink. So that's no good. Boo to hungriness.
Ho hum. I haven't packed yet. I haven't done anything but shower and walk the dog. Adam is supposed to give me a call sometime after he's done packing his stuff up, and he's going to come over and help me load up my car. Because he's sweet like that. As soon as my mom gets home, I need to shift into money-grubbing mode, because I'm broke and need to fill my prescription soon and buy shampoo and conditioner and toothpaste and other hygiene-related necessities. I hate doing it, but as I had no money of my own it's sort of a must-do.
Blah blah blah. I have nothing to say. I didn't really have anything to say when I started this, either, but such is the extent of my boredom. I'll update later, from my own not-private compartment in hell. Weee.
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