Work is such a crock of shit. Meh. I had myself all talked into calling in sick tomorrow but I know I must go to work. This is partially due to the fact that some of the bosses that were supposed to be gone til the end of the year showed their faces tonight and I overheard some people gossiping about some things that our new
I have been having some seriously fucked up dreams and blogger folk have been appearing in them. The Phosgene Kid was a ghost two nights ago (and he was a really good cook but he couldn't eat since he was a ghost. more for me!) and last night, Bekah and her flying car were helping me catch vampiric monsters that hid in lakes. I really need to get another hobby besides this blog.
Holy shit, batman. My generic sleeping pill and swig of cold medicine are kicking in. What an interesting feeling.
Guess what we have? A mild flea infestation. I saw a couple on Tiny last night and found bits of flea dirt on her. I figure that's why Stinky's been itching so much lately. I'm afraid they infiltrated the house by way of Stinky dog's day at the hairdresser's a couple of weeks ago. Everyone has been doused with fresh batches of flea killer and all bedding has been washed. Sweety will spray the yard for pests and hopefully that will be the end of the little fuckers.