It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to use my iBook so much. It’s very handy when you are laying on a bench (my sofa) or in bed. It’s much easier to type than write, though I’ve held that sentiment for quite some time.
It’s pissing out. It’s pissing so bad that I don’t want to even let Holly outside. And really, I’m not letting her out. I tell her to get out and give her a little shove if she doesn’t go. I don’t blame her for not wanting to go out in the rain. It’s like waking up in a tent, realizing it’s raining and having to go to the bathroom. I end up holding it, but she’ll just let it go on the floor. And granted, there are pads on the floor for just such ocassions, I’d rather just have her go outside so my apartment doesn’t smell like a gerbil cage, which a sweet girl said it did when she came over to deliver me the cherry-flavored TheraFlu.
The water is boiling, so it’s time to mix the cherry stuff and doze off. I have to get up for work tomorrow. I mustn’t forget to set the alarm.
