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Rise, Yes. Shine? My A&& Thursday, Jan. 24, 2008 - 12:27 a.m. Hi kids! Later today I get on a plane and I go to Anaheim for another one of my sojourns. Last time, I caught a bug. I'll be more careful this time around. --- My poor husband! Well, I mean he is not exactly weeping as he chucks me out at the airport, because he gets to eat bachelor chow and have bachelor habits while I'm away, but last night he didn't come home until around half past eleven. It seems there was a moron on the other end of the project he was trying to finish before taking a long weekend. But he's home now and thawing out. --- Found on FARK: Meet Brandy. She's kind of small. What the hell are you actually supposed to do with a dog like this? It can't jump up on the bed without a hook and ladder, and no dog beds fit it and you can't put it on a leash without giving it a backache and you can't play with it except for maybe tug-o-war with a handkerchief and you have to keep it away from all of the other pets in the house, probably even including the tropical fish. But DAMN, it's CUTE! --- I'm tired. Somehow I've gotten about four hours of sleep in two days -- largely due to my big weird packing process -- and when I'm finally putting my head to pillow, I shall kersnooze something fierce. I think that's it. Enjoy your Thursday. And oh, by the way, Happy Birthday, Dragprincess! Kay, done now. Bye! ---
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