I think I was happier in Buffalo.

Shit, this is hard.

Weekend at last. Well, one day off. And then back to it on Sunday. But tomorrow is my own.

Today can fuck off and die in a fire.

Very happily Frank-sitting for friends :). In addition to Frank kisses and snuggles, I also get kitty love. Huzzah!

Came home from work sick. Opened Facebook, read a post from one of my fave authors and just sat here wailing like a little kid because her golden retriever died. And, of course, this just compounded the snot problem. God, I still miss that fat blonde dog.

The Walking Dead is probably some of the best television I've ever seen. Also, Rob doesn't believe we'd be ready for the zombie apocalypse, but I very strongly disagree.

So

"Who doesn't want an exploding wicker chicken?"