Waste of space!

Six-inch titanium Rodimus obtained! He is delightful!

( Brief 'Life on Mars' ramblings... )

There is a skunk that lives under the barn. It is not rabid, and the cat likes to go out and play with it. They seem to get along fairly well, and if you're careful, it doesn't care if you wander about while it's in the yard.

... The dog is not careful. The dog chases things in "his" yard. This doesn't go over so well with the skunk. I'm sure you can figure out what happened there.

He reeks. Ugh! We washed off his shoulder and collar using a mix of stuff (I don't remember what's all in it), so it's not as bad as it was. We can stand to let him in the house now, at any rate. If he doesn't smart up soon, it's going to be a long and miserable rest of the year.

But whyyy?

I have an eight page paper due Wednesday evening. It's double-spaced, so it's actually only four pages (the length is no problem). It's about how sleep deprivation is bad!

I need to pass the paper to pass the course, and I need to pass the course to graduate. There are requirements for the sources. One of them needs to be an interview.

My interview has completely fallen through. WHY NOW? I do not know anyone with a sleep disorder and I do not know anyone who knows lots of stuff about sleep disorders, and now I don't have time to find anyone new!


PANIC. PANIC NOW. PANIC FAST, BECAUSE THEN YOU NEED TO GET BACK TO WORK, SELF.


Also, my dog smells a lot less, but his collar is still disgusting. We may just buy a new one rather than try to clean up his old one.