The first night, I was going to sleep with Caine out in the apartment, and Henry locked in my room with me; but Caine scratched and whined at the door and Henry sat up straight on the end of the bed staring at the door. "This will not do," I thought, so I switched them. Caine went to sleep at my feet and Henry may have been staring from the living room, but I'll bet he got bored and went to sleep, eventually. The second night, I left the dog with Jeff, who is friendlier than a cat.
On Friday night I went to Jeff's house to hang out and watch basketball and play games. I fell asleep on the couch. On Saturday night I went to Mitch's house to hang out and play video games. I fell asleep on the couch.
Saturday morning I woke up to walk the dog, and peeked in the laundry center -- it was empty! I never even ATTEMPT to do laundry on the weekends, because I assume that it's all busy and crowded, but this weekend it wasn't! Perhaps because of the drizzle! I got three loads done, hooray me. Three or four left to go.
Man, this rain, though. Ugh, so cold and wet. Go away.
On Saturday me and Jeff saw Bowling for Columbine, which was a very scary movie. Good, too. I ate a lot of popcorn. And Jeff got some Jujyfruits, and the kid at the snack counter thanked him for calling them Jujyfruit and not Juicy Fruit, which, as we all know, is gum. At the time I assumed that Jeff got them because the Jujyfruit episode of Seinfeld was on the other day, but I just now realized that I watched that at home by myself, possibly even on TBS (man, there are like eight thousand different channels that play syndicated Friends and Seinfeld, I'll tell you what), so he probaby didn't see it recently. So that makes it a coincidence, only there is no such thing as a coincidence.
My mouth hurts, because I ate too many Shock-Tarts this weekend. And then I brushed my teeth, like I do, and it involves brushing my tongue briefly, and my tongue started bleeding! I'm not sure that there's much I can do to help the healing process, besides eating a lot of ice cream.
And so the new drafter is 19 and gorgeous. She's thin and cute and thin and her hair is this gorgeous purpley red, but not in a gross way. And I look like crap again, like I do every day. I may start making an attempt to look good at work again, I think I actually feel a little better about my job when I look better at it, as silly as that is. And on December 21st I have a hair appointment and I'm going to use this new-fangled hair dye, this new technology, it has negative ions in it which bond to the positive ions in your hair, or the other way around, and you can't get it out, not even if you want to, except in the first two weeks, but after that, it's in, baby. Modern technology! Also I'm trying to grow it sort of long again, just so that I can chop it off and have it be a drastic change. I love change.