Hit It and Quit It
Moved in. Not completely unpacked. Not by a long shot.
Sad, I don't really have other news. Still writing (started a 'Scrubs' one last night, seriously need some perspective). Still [barely] breathing. Living on the third floor seriously sucks.
In other (cute) news, I was walking El Jackson after work this afternoon and it started raining when we were about a fourth of a mile away from the apartment. I kept walking because, honestly, I was already wet. What was the point in running and possibly falling and possibly breaking something? Jack started to pull on his leash and when I wouldn't rush he stopped, turned around and looked at me like "What the hell? Come the fuck on."
Needless to say that I didn't rush and I got a few really dirty looks.
So I'm bored. Someone come and play with me? Entertain me?
Sad, I don't really have other news. Still writing (started a 'Scrubs' one last night, seriously need some perspective). Still [barely] breathing. Living on the third floor seriously sucks.
In other (cute) news, I was walking El Jackson after work this afternoon and it started raining when we were about a fourth of a mile away from the apartment. I kept walking because, honestly, I was already wet. What was the point in running and possibly falling and possibly breaking something? Jack started to pull on his leash and when I wouldn't rush he stopped, turned around and looked at me like "What the hell? Come the fuck on."
Needless to say that I didn't rush and I got a few really dirty looks.
So I'm bored. Someone come and play with me? Entertain me?