No sooner does my puppy come home than I should start to miss those clippets of solitude. He's sick, no doubt a response to the drug's effect, and I am here to look after him and tell him to move out at the same time. I'm looking towards finding somewhere by September, assuming that all goes to plan. It won't, but who cares..?
I spent a few hours getting everyone fed this evening, and of course he'd fallen asleep. Yeah, he needs to rest. I'm not pissed off about working over the stove in the sun. Ugh.
Anywho.. at least the tension has disspiated for a while. I can sleep again. I can eat. It's all good.
All wine and no play makes Khloe a bitch fucker.
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