You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet
Grrraaaagh. Gah. Today's going to be interesting. I've got 20 minutes to get ready before running (literally) over the hill to play with puppies at the SPCA. Puppies! My brain is melting with the cute-explosion that I know will happen. It certainly happened yesterday. We went yesterday as well.
Except, I don't think I can handle 20 hyperactive and extremely noisy young dogs on 3 hours sleep. Was it three hours? Yeah, I think I'd been in bed three hours with a stinking headache (probably from the puppies...) before a delightful goon woke me up, kicked me in the stomach, proceeded to ignore me and ruin what would otherwise have been a great day.
But no.
Now I've got a day of puppy-hugging (good) and essay writing (bad) that I've got to charge through on 3 hours sleep. So, if anyone's got a lovely blunt object of reasonable length that will stand being bashed against something firm (like, say, bones) until it's somewhat... pulpy, please let me know. I really want to hit something. And at the moment all I have is my old hammer and a crappy plastic keyboard that came to me full of spiders.
Except, I don't think I can handle 20 hyperactive and extremely noisy young dogs on 3 hours sleep. Was it three hours? Yeah, I think I'd been in bed three hours with a stinking headache (probably from the puppies...) before a delightful goon woke me up, kicked me in the stomach, proceeded to ignore me and ruin what would otherwise have been a great day.
But no.
Now I've got a day of puppy-hugging (good) and essay writing (bad) that I've got to charge through on 3 hours sleep. So, if anyone's got a lovely blunt object of reasonable length that will stand being bashed against something firm (like, say, bones) until it's somewhat... pulpy, please let me know. I really want to hit something. And at the moment all I have is my old hammer and a crappy plastic keyboard that came to me full of spiders.