dear goals like in soccer diary,
so my new goal this week is to do fifty one posts and build up one more posting per week until i am all the way back up to where i was before the grump almost died and shit. i am having a hard time just jumping right back in so acclimating myself by one per week seems to be the slickest method. yawning is on the menu this morning, i cant seem to quit. one after the other they seem to just come- rapid fire. i have yet to give the grump his evening serving of meatroll, and he has tried to remind me eight times but i keep ignoring him. if he was an infant- he'da been totally squalling by now and surly the police would have come and removed him from my custody. i don't feel bad yet because i've been purposely holding off so i can lure him to the shower when he is weak and malnourished and exhausted, which should be any minute because he is sleeping peacefully next to me and his tummy tum-tum is squishy and easily pressed in. he's hungry. ima give him a bath and reward him with a big warm meatroll dinner.