Lime... strawberry alarm clock Homer. No.

[cyrano]

The house smells like garlic and chili. I'm cooking lunch and dinner before leaving for work, and feeling very efficient. Jeff's game is tonight so I'll be going there after work, and hopefully avoiding the stygian tunnel that is Marsh Road after sundown. No lights, extremely narrow road with a ditch on one side and a concrete embankment (no shoulder) on the other.
I talked to the manager at a video store yesterday during lunch, and he took down my vitals. Working on that cover letter, which should be done this weekend. As should the 'cleaning out the car' job. It'll be weird not having the hulking beast there taking up space, but it'll make it much easier to get in the back gate with my bike.
We finished up BeBop yesterday (beautiful transfer, nice subtitling, and satisfying to watch) and next week will be dinner with LAM's mom. After that, maybe The Prisoner.
Another boring entry, but I haven't been thinking much recently.

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[(Anonymous)]

Say sounds like more fun than I have been having lately. Trying to train a year old dog that pottying in the house isn't cool and arranging for shots for the 7 puppies and then if they get their shot on the 24th they can go to puppy adoption play time the following Saturday. Pray that someone is just really looking for a puppy. Everything else seems to be normal. New meds and side effects. Pop's doing pretty good. Pop is going to Rollin's for Thanksgiving.