dear thirty red sunglasses diary,
eating a turkey lunch meat sandwich at 2:35 in the morning is lovely on a frilly paper napkin and accompanied by a frothy butterscotch milkshake and warm pudding in a glass flower dish. i feel like a princess here in the bed with the fresh clean sheets, except there is a smear of shit on the bottom- which i am so hoping is from river. i am ignoring the shit- for the time being anyway- it really doesn't bother me. it would have a month ago, but not anymore- i am happy to see it. if majority rules then the shit wins- because i am the only one who knows. we spent the day looking at each other- taking turns sleeping. i slept upside down in the bed a few times and he slept right side up. i had to chase him out of the dog food bowl twice- i don't want him eating that shit- so he had a big ole round steak with mushroom gravy. he liked that and it kept him away from the dog food.
