Wow, you know, today was a pretty good day. I woke up at 5:28 and took the dog out. Then I stacked pillows on the couch and napped face down in my underwear. Then the dog whimpered and crapped on the floor.
At the office, I ate the last of my chicken salad. Gustavo said it smelled like skunked beer.
Whitney called this afternoon begging a ride home from the French teacher's house. They had evacuated the school on a bomb threat, and Whitney's car was left in the parking lot. Well, if you can imagine, the French teacher was Belgian. And her two dogs were different breeds but from the same litter. One was shaggy, one wasn't. The one that wasn't kept headbutting me in the crotch.
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