The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

This is the insecure and spoiled dog. She's fairly well-behaved, except when kept confined by herself for lengths of time. I'm short a good bit of laminate around the bottom of the laundry room doorframe now.

Need to work. Don't want to work. Really have to catch up...

I crave mice with frickin' lasers. I was just thinking this morning that it was about time I replaced the no-loger-quite-as-reliable 1st gen cordless Logitech mouse I've been using forever.

Sunday, looking back, was neat. Hung out with the dog, hung out with Erik, got a package (yes, on Sunday. From the US Postal service. Rawsk!) that included a book I wanted to order but couldn't because it was sold out (Spheres+, a Range Murata/Last Exile doujin artbook). Hung out with Kei in the afternoon/evening time, had much entertainment. Got badly lost on the way home, stayed up way too late playing with the dog.

Also found out that my grandfather's been moved to the Mayo Clinic, but he may be doing better than he was. I hope.