Tuesday the 7th
What a long, long day. I woke up at 9 with hopes of sleeping until at least 1 since I didn't have work. It was a boring day, yet a quite interesting one. It started out with my dog eating some leftover shrimp and coming damn near puking. My mom let her out for a good 10 minutes and she didn't do anything. Next thing I know, Angel runs back in the house, lays down and throws up. Here comes the nasty part. While my mom and I were cracking up, she goes to get some paper towel to clean up the puke. I turn around and notice all the vomit was gone - yes, my dog ate her own puke. Other highlights of the day were watching a man pump the oil out of our oil tank while smoking 5 seperate cigars. Then I went to Paul's because I was bored. We played some GTA4 and I once again made the sky turn red with violence. Now I'm home after eating 4 slices of shitty pizza and I'm writing this. That's all I have to say. Bye.