The stereos have backed off a bit, but not the dogs. The one in front was going berserk while the cock that owns it was sitting on the front porch bench gabbing on the phone. What the fuck’s it doing sitting out gabbing at 39º anyway? Hell, I’m not even going to the store in this shit later on when he gets off work. Liz ain’t worth it. I went yesterday but she wasn’t there.

Because we still haven’t gotten the check I’m only going to be ordering a handful of books later on, and some incense, including a smoking bottle, from the Incense Rack. I just hope they’re there and that no one died because they haven’t had their live help turned on in ages.