Murder death kill.


June 28, 2009 by sandwichcontrol

I don’t think that there is any amount of coffee that would make me not feel tired right now. Nami decided to wake me up every two hours last night. Having learned my lesson Friday morning, I would take her outside. Each time this would involve: getting dressed, taking her down stairs, leashing her up, and taking her outside for twenty minutes while she peed out of her butt. I could tell when she was done when she would make that sound that the ketchup bottle makes when it is getting empty. Pffffft. I do not know what is wrong with her. Thursday night she was sick, Friday night she was fine, Saturday night she was sick. Maybe now would be a good time to pitch my “Let’s euthanize and taxiderm all the dogs.” idea to Pancake Land. Maybe not. Either way, I am tired. Again. Big surprise. Being a grown-up is stupid. Am I willing to sacrifice my endless stream of taco eating to not be tired? Not a chance. Oh look, coffee. As long as it keeps me vertical, I’ll be okay. I think I might watch The Pied Piper of Hutzovina now. More soon. ~SC


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.



Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 36 other subscribers