Jen

Thank god it’s already Tuesday.

I’d like to say A) Happy Birthday to Ken (it was yesterday, and yes, I did remember) B) Ken, I am sorry. We had a talk last night and Ken said that he makes a conscious decision to not speak Japanese, even when he is drunk (and don’t you dare try to get out of that one, mister.) Japanenglish is when I can’t exactly understand Ken, which is hardly ever and C) my dog is no longer an asshole, he is just neurotic.

I was going to blog last night, but I spent a lot of time on the computer burning some music to CD. That is the only good thing about the parent’s house. AND when they finally move, the computer will be mine. ALL MINE!

I guess, I should probably explain why my dog was an asshole. Well, it was Monday morning, very early, when Dylan woke me up. 4:30 to be exact. I think that’s when the rain started. Anyway, first he just stuck his nose under the blanket. Then he dropped a bone on my head. Finally, he tried to lie next to me. He fell asleep on my feet (mind you, he is half black lab/half german shepard which = big dog). At five, some asshole woke me up asking for my mom. At 5:30, Dylan woke up again and started crying. I let him outside; I tried to fall back asleep. I let Dylan back in at 6. By 6:20ish, I fell back asleep. Then, my mom calls me at 6:30, which is- get this, 4:30 Vegas time. What are they doing up?!?!? Anyway, crazy fact: for the first time since I started working full time in January, I was on time to work. Crazy fact #2: I had to travel 50 minutes on the L as opposed to 20, and I never make it in on time.

Dylan is now neurotic because up until yesterday, I never saw a dog depressed. He wouldn’t even play with his favorite toy. It was pathetic. He is like a shadow, always right at my heels. He slept on my feet again; I felt bad for him. (If you have read past blogs, then you have read about how my parents spoil this dog rotten.) This morning, it was basically the same routine minus the phone calls and now a sick dog (that is why he is neurotic. I think that he does it to himself.) Thank god there is yoga tonight and that my parents are coming home.

To top it off, Dylan awoke me from this crazy dream. I was looking at this one bedroom apartment and Bob Nanna lived there. Somehow, we ended up hanging out and watching the Simpsons. Oh, and I took the apartment. Cool.