i woke up feeling like shit, and decided that going to school would not improve things. it turns out that staying home hasn’t been much better, but at least i can control my surroundings somewhat. also, it’s much nicer here, because oats and i spent saturday cleaning and organizing the house: i actually have a desk now, the bathroom isn’t icky, and the kitchen table is no longer covered in junk.
unfortunately, we’re dog-sitting again, and though i love dogs in general and have nothing personal against our latest visiting friend, he’s big and young and carries himself like a fucking mack truck. in fact, let’s make his blog name mack, because he’s moving in down the street and will no doubt become a regular fixture in our lives. anyway, mo’s about 1/6th of mack’s size, but that doesn’t stop them from wrestling and playing like a couple of… well, puppies. they are so engrossed in each other that most of mo’s discipline goes out the window, and mack’s not much better. the barking is driving me bonkers, and they won’t quit on their own. for my own sanity, i just forced a time-out, by shutting mo in his room and mack in the kitchen. now i’m going to take some drugs, and drink some tea, and possibly some gin as well.