So today I had to go to work (note: it's Saturday...dumb) to try to finish up some things before next week starts. All the bosses are coming so it's going to be crazy hectic busy. First of all, the office is super creepy on the weekend. Lights are off, people, and I actually had to use my desk lamp as my sole source of light, and let me tell you, that thing was not meant to be a sole source of light. It's more of an "accent light", whatever that means. ANYway, it was kind of cool because I did get a lot of work done, and I got to listen to Pandora at a level that I could actually hear it at.  And then this song came on "Your Love" By Outfield, and I was so excited because I don't think I ever knew what this song was called or who sang it or whatever, so then I looked it up on Youtube to listen to repeatedly (because that's what I do when I like a song, listen to it on repeat until I want to kill myself) and then I look up the lyrics (because I have to be able to sing along all 97658098 times I listen to it) and the first words are "Josie's on a vacation far away" and I promptly teared up because last week my dog Josie died. Yeah, that was a roundabout way of telling the internet that my puppy passed away. I tried writing about it last week but it was too effing hard. I still don't like to think about it. I put a lot of energy into not thinking about what it'll be like when I get home and she's not there to greet me. *blowing past it now*. The short and short of it is that we don't know what happened, she had a seizure, the vet was going to keep her over night, they couldn't figure out what was wrong, and then she just died. All alone at the vet. I hate it. Ugh. Mom was a mess, obviously, but she and I are both doing better now. Yeah. So also, I'm upset I never realized this song had her name in it until now because I totally would have sang it to her allllll the time. Repeatedly. Forever. So now I'm listening to it on repeat, because duh, didn't you just read this? That's what I do.


Other things: It's muggy as fuck. I hate it. My throat still isn't super up to par, but I'm pretending it is. I had some crazy dreams last night, but I'm not going to tell you about them because nobody cares about anyone else's dreams. i mean, not dreams like, hopes and aspirations, because people do care about those. Some people. Good people. Or at least they pretend to. Whatever. Leave me alone.  Scrubs series finale was this week. Don't even ask if I cried (I did).  I love The Unusuals so much. Watch it. Seriously. Do it. 


Too sweaty and gross and muggy to type. Good thing I showered today. I can't even tell. Ugh. UGH. 


Oh, and additionally, below is a photo from take your kid to work day. Those are my two friends dressed as large furry animals. heh heh heh. 

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