I might get another puppy. Well – okay so it won’t be mine… but I’ll have to feed it and walk it and clean up after it…

ARG! My life has so much to fit into the confines of my little brain – I’m at a point where purging is about the only thing that makes sense. I should be rocking humanity with my own cliché brand of genius but all I feel like doing is complaining that I’m bored. (Of course this isn’t the real problem.) I have tons to do. Medically, physically, socially, (emotionally *sigh*) I should be putting my best foot forward… and all that jazz. Let me just say in the most melodramatic way possible – I’m so sick of this shit. I make a lot of excuses. I’m GREAT at excuses. I can’t because… Well, there was this thing… The dog! It was the dog! I always have something else to do. *blah* When real life catches up with me I’m going to be so screwed.