the ferocious february fantods creep ever closer. i continue to be incredibly too sensitive and needy for words. it’s a rollercoaster really. happysadhappysayhappysad, quicker than i blink my nearly crying eyes.

boo!

last night i spent my evening trying to get acquainted with oscar, the 10 week old pug. oscy, as i like to call him, and i have yet to come to any sort of understanding. i want to put on the socks, he wants to chew them. i want to put on the pants, he wants to tug of war with them. i want to walk, he wants to walk between my feet. i feel just wretched most of the time because he’s such an itty-bitty-bite-size puppy that even walking slowly, i end up kicking the poor pug and he somersaults all over the floor.

it’s terrible.

also, i miss my bed. i really, really love sleeping in my grown-up bed. this house sitting stuff wouldn’t be so bad if there was someone else there with me, you know? i don’t mind sitting around my place all by myself, because i am surrounded by my stuff and that’s somewhat comforting. but sitting at kari’s house, without her is just kinda lonely beyond all belief.

i can’t believe i am saying this, but good thing i have my company holiday party tomorrow night or i’d be seriously lonely.