Migrated away from the TV and back to the computer, and yep. Still have Pesto the five pound killer in my lap, and Crazy Karen sitting in the space between my back and chair. And now Miller, the other poodle, is lying on my bed.
Too many animals.
Weird though, cause when I’m living by myself, I won’t have them here. And I know I’ll miss that. I’m gonna be pretty sad when I’m here by myself. I hate going out to spend money, but am not nearly interesting enough for people to hang out with at my place of residence.
So there’s that.
If you wondering, yes, I do enjoy the sound of my own voice. But I can’t hear myself when I read. Because I read everything in my head as if Sean Connery had said it. You can call that stupid, but you’re the one hearing life in your own voice.
Sometimes, I pretend Arnold is talking to me. I tend to remember less when I do that.
-TB
