chronas

So... I'm sitting here, on my day off.
I've clearly had a few months without employment... yet it only takes a few days back at work for me to completely appreciate all the time that I had to myself.

Even sitting here popping vicodin for my broken foot seems to be more fun tenfold than the past few months I've skulked around, and oddly enough, nothing has really changed...

I really hope that I don't lose this new found appreciation for my personal time... as I know that come the fall semester.. all my hopes of any time alone are fucked and shot out the window.
And on a side note, here's the puppy after he got the cone off his head.
I know neutering him is absolutely for the best, but I feel like a criminal when I see his face so sad like this.. I am sure he feels betrayed.. poor baby