I know that talking was the right choice, but I've been fucking stuck here for a month with almost nothing to do and not many people to hang out with. I'm gonna go stir crazy by the time they think it's safe enough to let me out!
Am I so used to getting close to people for work that when it comes time to do it for pleasure, I've forgotten how not to end up completely over my head? I'm rushing and wanting things to happen that don't have to happen. I'm not getting paid for that anymore, Gottverdammt. Louise would laugh his ass off if he knew what I've got myself into.
Anyone know where I can find some premium dog food? The cheap stuff's not good for Tigg, or any dog really. I'm almost out of the stuff I brought back from Germany with me.