the dog across the street worked it's magic again. it has been barking for over an hour now. i would hate to call the police because a: i hate authority figures and b: they're nice people. i don't know what else to do. i guess i'll just march my obscenely tired ass over there and have a discussion about it with them.

michelle comes home in two days. two days too long. i want her home now. i miss her terribly even though we've been fighting like mad.

i have a blister the size of a fiddy cent piece on the inside of my heel from my new skates. i played hockey in them for the first time yesterday. i kind of expected it since their new. i think i might bake them to soften the leather.

i think i might try to lay back down. i have a ton of housework to do though and i probably won't get any help.