adelina

Ya, I should do a new journal entry. Now that venice is gone I don't feel to inspired to update anymore. I'm just depressed, i guess. Theo is still acting crazy, but not as bad. I watch for the warning signs of hispanic attacks (a funny typo! I meant his panic attacks) and try to adjust. I hope that I'm not making it worse by doing so.

They hurt me pretty bad on the way to the park. Squirrels again. They pulled me down and now my big toe is fucked up. I'm limping and it hurts like a motherfucker. It's my fault, I was leading them to squirrel trees (to help theo feel better) and they charged just as I set my foot down on a patch of pine needles. Somehow my toe got sprained or something. I took them to the dogpark anyway and just sat down with my foot up. William got humped a lot and theo did a lot of humping too. The limp back home sucked and now they have to stay in the backyard until the simpsons comes on. I'm going to order pizza and test the pain relieving powers of MJ.

I should still do my math (linear algebra) but then that would mean I actually did my homework and that never happens.
Your sweet melon balls (or was it sweaty melon balls? ) looks kind of like someone famous, but I can't place the face.