Everyone: you should go to bed.

Me: no.

And that’s how I know I’m sick. Because I always want to go to bed. Bed is great. I just want to get a few thousand things done first.

anyway, I might be a little sick. I took these pictures yesterday, I was probably going to tell you a story about how, everyday for the past several years, after our walk, I would take Cowboy over to run in AuntPretty1’s yard and hang out with Bowie and when Cowboy died and Jazz came along, I starting taking her. It’s important for dog cousins to hang out with each other, even if they mostly ignore each other. I just liked the look of those snaps in my sweater pocket.

I’m going to continue rambling. All I have is my phone right now or my broken netbook. I should have bought a new computer yesterday but there is the complication of not wanting to spend money. I should have stolen a new computer yesterday but there is the complication of not being able to stand upright for extended periods of time because my head is full of stuff that shouldn’t be in there. I should have had my intern steal a new computer yesterday.

I can’t sleep because I’m not tired but I can’t do much of anything that involves moving around. I think my points are

• I’m going to try to tumbl from my phone (and that never goes well)
• where is my intern? Where is my dream fort?
• That mirror is dirty, I should go clean it…