Dog.
I came home tired – dog tired, if you'll forgive the expression. I crashed on the futon, pulled the blanket over my head and tried to sleep.
The dog immediately went apeshit. Climbing on me, pacing around the house, growling and snarfing and belching and all that other dog noise she makes.
I finally got up. She stopped. Now she's resting quietly at my feet.
She just doesn't want me to sleep! Aieeee!
Dog.
I'm tired.
So I stayed in tonight. Humanity can get along without me for an evening.
Or a weekend.
Or the rest of my life.
I should move to Choctaw.
Or Nicoma Park. That's practically like being in Tibet.
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