And it's me and my machine...
I had a fun fun day, quiet the adventure I suppose. I woke up later than I wanted to after staying up later than I wanted to and talked to my mother on the phone after soc class. They're now living in a suite courtesy of the US government for the next month with my kitties and wireless internet. Way to freeload on those tax dollars, kids. Speaking of tax dollars, I need to do my taxes. Maybe I shall get that accomplished this week. I'm going to get a new cell phone this weekend and I get to have lots of fun programming the hundred numbers I hardly use back into it. That's always fun.
Kenny and I finally finished putting in the doggie door in. After probably a collective 3 hours of work on days that couldn't have been more freakin' freezing, sawing problems, crossbeam problems and getting a screw in my right index finger: the dogs can't figure out how to use it. Well, I take that back. Sheba's (german shepard) our smart little girl, she's kinda got the hang of it. Trooper (akita), however, finds the semi-transparent plastic flap as both a mental and physical barrier. He's a little slow. Like a normal retarded being (no offense necessary, just an observation on my part) he's the nicest little guy ever and oh so lovable but he just ain't bright. I have faith in him though, after all, his name is Trooper. Self fulfilling prophecy? I think so. I'm certain that the cat (Tuesday, or Puddin') knows how to use it... this may be my chance to be rid of her once and for all...ahem... I mean... because she's a sweet and beautiful and smart little kittie (she's trying to kill me, help!)
So this plague thing is bizarre. A guy on my floor now has it, and it's grand because he has a sign on his door that reads "By order of Sandy Ungar, this room is CLOSED" (for those non-Gouchites, Ungar is our college cheerleader...uhum.... President). Grand. I just hope it doesn't spread. And let me just say, this is real ironic coming on the heels of the zombie game. Maybe we all are really becoming the undead!
I'm le tired. Sleepy-time!
Kenny and I finally finished putting in the doggie door in. After probably a collective 3 hours of work on days that couldn't have been more freakin' freezing, sawing problems, crossbeam problems and getting a screw in my right index finger: the dogs can't figure out how to use it. Well, I take that back. Sheba's (german shepard) our smart little girl, she's kinda got the hang of it. Trooper (akita), however, finds the semi-transparent plastic flap as both a mental and physical barrier. He's a little slow. Like a normal retarded being (no offense necessary, just an observation on my part) he's the nicest little guy ever and oh so lovable but he just ain't bright. I have faith in him though, after all, his name is Trooper. Self fulfilling prophecy? I think so. I'm certain that the cat (Tuesday, or Puddin') knows how to use it... this may be my chance to be rid of her once and for all...ahem... I mean... because she's a sweet and beautiful and smart little kittie (she's trying to kill me, help!)
So this plague thing is bizarre. A guy on my floor now has it, and it's grand because he has a sign on his door that reads "By order of Sandy Ungar, this room is CLOSED" (for those non-Gouchites, Ungar is our college cheerleader...uhum.... President). Grand. I just hope it doesn't spread. And let me just say, this is real ironic coming on the heels of the zombie game. Maybe we all are really becoming the undead!
I'm le tired. Sleepy-time!