So yeah, no posts lately. I vacillate between understanding and upset when I think about us finally in the same city and not seeing each other. There wouldn’t have been a let down if there hadn’t been a willing lead-up to it. It’s in the pst now though, so I’ll try to cut it loose (because I’m so good at that).

My dog is stoned out of his mind. He has to be on meds five days prior to the surgery, so he’s living in a cloud. I can’t imagine keeping him in a crate for a month! How the fuck is he supposed to do that? And how can I leave him at home every day? Of course someone will come by mid day to walk him (briefly), but still. He gets so lonely. I’m watching him chew a bully stick. It seems that no matter where I lay down a towel for him to eat it over, he ends up with his head off the edge, drooling onto the white carpet (now a dingy white thanks to him). The maid hasn’t been able to come in weeks, and the dog hair everywhere is absurd. He’s shedding his winter undercoat. You could literally make another dog with just the hair around my living room.

Anywho, you… that’s it for now. Peace in the Middle East, muthafucka. X