dear your wash is my command diary,
i'm surprised i haven't posted yet today. i must have went to bed earlier than i thought i did. it is hard to remember when you went to bed when you're in bed all day. my focus was on my dog. really. today, i think he will live. yesterday- not so much. the unibomber can talk me in to anything. hate is a strong word to describe the way i feel towards someone who can induce the level of stress this man can bring forth, but i don't feel bad using it to describe yesterday's ordeal. at least i am now mentally prepared for when it does happen, but did i need to cry all fucking day long and mentally dig his grave because my dog may of had a bellyache? maybe the grump will outlive the unibomber. wouldn't that be something to post about.
