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Late Lotto and other things
Mar. 24th, 2007 09:22 am[Poll #952851]
The insurance lady came by yesterday afternoon, so we could get liability insurance on the Frog. We had warning, I cleaned house really really well Thursday so I could wear out the Frog on Friday. Hahahaha. We took a 9-10k stroll. He was off the leash for a good bit of it chasing sticks and snow balls, swimming, frolicking in the woods. We came home Frog still has energy, not a shocker and I had none, again not a shocker. But at first we thought it had worked. When Jens got home Frog was good and sweet and not insane like usual. But when the lady got here ... he was WORSE than usual. Not even Karl could calm his big Frog butt down. And when she left? He laid down at Jens feet and went to sleep. What. The. Fuck. Goddamn dog.
Also I invented a new word this morning. Zomguin. I invented it in my head anyway. After all that walking you'd figure I'd sleep really well last night wouldn't you? Nar. Went to bed 9:30, woke up at 1. Got back to sleep around 2:30ish. Got up with Jens at 5:30. Stumbling around like a Zombie Penguin. Zomguin. See, it was genius when my brain was shut off.
I should probably paint a picture for you, of me in the mornings. Hair falls over to one side (whichever side I was sleeping on) and poofs giving me something close to the poofy satellite dish hair thing that I tried so hard to achieve in 7th grade. Eyes are only cracked open, pillow lines on my face. Walking is reduced to a slow penguin shuffle, talking is generally frowned upon as I have to focus to understand the words. For instance I asked Jens a question this morning, he didn't answer immediately; instead he stopped to think, walked away, and from the kitchen (after my brain has slipped back into neutral) said "Onry a popple are you sure." Or anyway that's what I heard. This caused the gears in my head to grind together as my brain tried to go from neutral to WTF to what did I ask and what words could that have *really* been.
I may make a Zomguin in SL, a shuffling prim creature that says random nonsense when you click on it.
Did I mention that it took me until after 7 to get back to sleep? And that at 8:15 I couldn't sleep anymore? Two and a half cups of coffee have not managed to jump start my brain yet. Possibly why Zomguin still seems cool.
The insurance lady came by yesterday afternoon, so we could get liability insurance on the Frog. We had warning, I cleaned house really really well Thursday so I could wear out the Frog on Friday. Hahahaha. We took a 9-10k stroll. He was off the leash for a good bit of it chasing sticks and snow balls, swimming, frolicking in the woods. We came home Frog still has energy, not a shocker and I had none, again not a shocker. But at first we thought it had worked. When Jens got home Frog was good and sweet and not insane like usual. But when the lady got here ... he was WORSE than usual. Not even Karl could calm his big Frog butt down. And when she left? He laid down at Jens feet and went to sleep. What. The. Fuck. Goddamn dog.
Also I invented a new word this morning. Zomguin. I invented it in my head anyway. After all that walking you'd figure I'd sleep really well last night wouldn't you? Nar. Went to bed 9:30, woke up at 1. Got back to sleep around 2:30ish. Got up with Jens at 5:30. Stumbling around like a Zombie Penguin. Zomguin. See, it was genius when my brain was shut off.
I should probably paint a picture for you, of me in the mornings. Hair falls over to one side (whichever side I was sleeping on) and poofs giving me something close to the poofy satellite dish hair thing that I tried so hard to achieve in 7th grade. Eyes are only cracked open, pillow lines on my face. Walking is reduced to a slow penguin shuffle, talking is generally frowned upon as I have to focus to understand the words. For instance I asked Jens a question this morning, he didn't answer immediately; instead he stopped to think, walked away, and from the kitchen (after my brain has slipped back into neutral) said "Onry a popple are you sure." Or anyway that's what I heard. This caused the gears in my head to grind together as my brain tried to go from neutral to WTF to what did I ask and what words could that have *really* been.
I may make a Zomguin in SL, a shuffling prim creature that says random nonsense when you click on it.
Did I mention that it took me until after 7 to get back to sleep? And that at 8:15 I couldn't sleep anymore? Two and a half cups of coffee have not managed to jump start my brain yet. Possibly why Zomguin still seems cool.
