Ugh.

Ted got up at noon. Lucky bastard — I was up at 8am because it sounded like someone landed a hovercraft in my bedroom. Damn the neighbors and their goddamn leafblower. Apparantly one of our dogs murdered one of my fish [Ezekiel] some time in the middle of the night; the corpse was in Ted’s bed when he woke up this morning.

Sometimes I’m glad that we sleep seperately.

That was fairly devastating. I love my fish.

I’m off to run errands. I need to make a trip to the post office so that I can scream at someone, the extermail mailbox to pick up our waylaid bottle shipment, Staples to get replacement ink cartridges, and… I have to get some Christmas shopping done. Ted and I finally have a day off together, and I certainly need to take advantage of that.

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I am brimming with positive readings lately. What gives?