So I have this new
Mom fobbed him off on me at Thanksgiving, knowing that we totally weren't ready after Orbison's death in September, but knowing also that we are big suckers. And he already has a cone on his head after developing the world's most horrible hot spot from trying to get to his butt because his anal glands were impacted (hope no one hungover read that and urped). WHAT is it about me that destroys the health of every animal I touch?
But Robby, for that's his name, is healing up well, and I think he's the bees knees.
Resolutions--the only one I'm willing to admit to is that I am going to develop a "do your homework first" policy. I know myself well enough to know that I'll always be prone to dicking around. Computer games, crossword puzzles, chat whoring with the Pancakes, and things that don't necessarily start with the letter C take up a lot of my time. I'm not going to swear off anything, but if my parental self will put the foot down on my adolescent self, maybe things will get done.
I wish I could get by on 2 hours of sleep a night. That would solve everything!
HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIENDS!