Poor little blog. Can't even hardly find the discipline for you. Well, things have been hopping if you read the saga. I couldn't work at all on the thing for a couple of weeks. I guess I could have taken the hour long train ride to Williamsburg, but I wasn't positive it was coming back... not much bang for that buck.
Now it is unpleasant. I wanted to go to open-mic night, but I did not want to subject my guitar to that ick. Nice cold rain. Leaf storm is beautiful though. Dog ownership entails a certain involuntary going outside. If you don't desire the apartment of pee and poop at any rate. Would dog friendship be more PC? No pets, animal companions? Screw, if I may say so, political correctness. Maybe I'm her pet too, but she is certainly mine. Whine, whine, whine. Eat, eat, eat. Homicidal/Canicidal mania, homicidal/Canicidal mania, homicidal/Canicidal mania. She's a great protector, but a most embarrassing companion. -Yes, she is beautiful, but please don't come any closer if you value your -No!! O god, no!!! Stop it! Let that poor mutilated thing go!!! Argh. My life with Carmella. She's never been a good candidate for obedience training... imagine that scene in a dog class. O well. She gets along when she needs to, and maybe I've found a specialist who can deal with her. Now to get rid of this cat who pisses on everything. Animal companions? Pheh.