well, things were mostly uneventful. mostly. really the only part that made me want to shoot myself was the beds in my parents guest room. they were built in the fires of hell by dwarves with pitchforks and eyepatches. there are two twin beds in there, and you have to jump up to get on them because they are so ridiculously high, and then they are only about 3 ft wide, so there's a fair chance you'll fall out several times in the night and bash your face on the also-too-high nightstand. and they stab your back with needles. horrible, can't sleep, needles. sleeping in my own bed last night may have been one of the best feelings ever.
the other major event of the weekend was big dog biting little dog. his teeth made a little hole punch in her head-skin. it was her fault, he growls and growls and warns her to go away but she is a moron and goes and tries to take stuff out of his mouth. we're attempting to work out a new plan to get everyone to get along but i'm pretty bummed out about it.
i caught a cold over the weekend and my day has sucked on from there so i'd rather not elaborate. when i write in a bad mood i always sound like an idiot. so, there's that.
