ye olde crapfest

well the pups are gone. back with their dads, where they belong, of course. but yes, they will be missed. speaking of missing things, i did not eat lunch. my stomach is growling rather loudly. i got paid for pupsitting with a pretty glass ewok mind-changing device, thanks boys, it's as if you KNEW i had broken mine last friday.

so anyway, this past weekend marked the beginning of a "rewinding" phase in the saga of the slapster. well, not so much rewinding as it is a "picking up of the feet." i've been pretty firmly planted in one place for a while now, afraid to move in any direction out of fear of falling/failing/flailing. but now, well now i can pick up where i left off, hopefully i haven't done any major damage at this point, though i know much better than that. you know what they say about old habits...

i may have totally fucked up. i guess we'll just have to see about that.

moving on, then...i finally succumbed to the pressure: in the last two weeks, i read four of the harry potter books. friday, i rented the first and second movies, and sunday, went to see the third. someone shoot me. it's not bad stuff. i wish i was ten again, i'd like it that much more.