Challenges...

You know how I complain about my dog? Yeah, well my neighbors have been too. And just a couple of nights ago I was told I'm going to have to do something about it. So I'm trying to find Jake a good home. I have one interested person so far, a coworker's friend, who says he's looking for a big, rambunctious dog. I can't help but be upset about this. Jake's been my dog since 2001. We'll just have to see what this weekend has planned for Jake.

And Gidge won't even be here. She's off to visit Eric in San Fran again. I miss San Fran. I need to plan a trip soon. As for my holiday weekend, I'm staying local. Going to hit up some bookstores in Fresno, take some pictures and maybe watercolor some landscapes, Lucy's having a pleasure party Saturday evening, and I'm hitting the Flea Market tomorrow night. Nothing like starting off the weekend by wandering the Swap Meet.

I've been craving ice like nobody's business. My hemoglobin must be low. I hate taking iron pills. Maybe I'm PMSing. I have been quite sentimental lately, it's not like me. Waa, waa, waa. I'm done complaining. I'm so glad tomorrow's Friday. The weekend can't come soon enough. You know what they say, when life hands you lemons grab the tequila. Fuck it, I'm taking a drink RIGHT NOW!