Saturday, April 18, 2009
The morning was rainy, now it's sunny. See people walking dogs. My own dog is lying on the couch, making the tear in the back cushion bigger by the way she lays on it. Took her on errands with me. It's nice out. I always feel weird when it's this nice out, like I should be out carpe diem-ing. I'll probably clean the apartment a little, fold some laundry, drink some Dr. Pepper, read some Steve Erickson, maybe throw the Kong with the pooch. Work at 5.