zophael

Okay, I'm feeling way better than yesterday. No more pity party for me. They told me they appreciate me at work today and I've spent a lot of time relaxing and contemplating, both of which have gotten me most of the way out of my funk that I was feeling.

John went down to his friends' house a couple hours away to help them move and Rick went to bed at nine so I pretty much have the house all to myself right now. This never happens and I'm kind of at a loss of what to do. I guess I could go out and do something with a friend, but Greg's at work tonight and I don't really have any other friends that I hang out with. I'm kind of enjoying the alone time, but it's also an alien feeling.

Skwizz has been laying on me and following me around all evening so I'm pretty sure he doesn't know what to do with himself either. Everytime I try to go to a different room of the house or I change positions on the couch while watching TV, he puts his paws on me and tries to hold me still. It would be cute if it wasn't for the fact that he is the smelliest dog on the planet and being close to him is sort of like cuddling a pile of warm garbage. He had a bath yesterday and he still smells like trash. By the stench of his breath, I'm starting to wonder if he eats his own poop when no one is looking.

If I would have known I was going to be so bored tonight, I would have tried to make plans.

Maybe I should take a bath.

...

Or right a short story...

Write a short story about taking a bath?

...Bah, I'm fresh out of ideas. Time to go be bored.