shadowdaddy: Guess what the vet said?
Me: "I don't know what the fuck is wrong with your dog?"
Him: Wow, close. No, he said he'd give us a discount on the bills because he's so interested in trying to figure out what exactly is wrong with him.
Freed of the constraints of dog care for the evening, we went to the Grand Illusion and watched slapstick shorts. It was pleasant but both of us were tired. I'll add the ones I saw to my life list some time tomorrow.
I appear to be refreshed after spending the weekend away, though I'm short of sleep. I will need my energy, though, because ...
I am feeling very pressured with "special bugs" I need to regress and a fat-assed deadline hanging over me for some major product (a test plan on a project so big at least eight people are testing it - though I only have one piece of it). I'll be staying late a lot this week. I think no movies tomorrow, though I suspect there may be hanging with kafuela.
A big fat load of books showed up from Bookcloseouts.com today, and I can now start a Patricia McKillip book I haven't read any old time I want. This is very exciting to me.
Of course, by any old time I want I mean while I'm on the bus to or from work.