Take me out

Well, the Cubs continue to shred my heart to confetti, but the Bears are doing great in pre-season, so I hover in emotional limbo, as is the normal state of most Chicago sports fans.

Milo Cutering

Akiro Kurisawa, I hope I spelled that right, is awesome. If you want to watch a great movie, watch Dreams. A problem I have is that when a movie is visually stimulating I have trouble following what's being said. A guy I met on the dating site brought The Waking Life over and I couldn't pay attention to what was being said because the drawing was so compelling to me. Plus I fell asleep because I was laying down and snoring, which he likes to tell me everytime we talk.

Another Monday tomorrow. Most days I'm indifferent to Mondays or glad to be going back to work. I guess that's a sign that I like my job. I've had too many hamburgers this weekend. Not the fast food kind, but the... well, they did cook fast, but I didn't go to a restaurant to get them, I cooked them.

Milo Studying

I think I could say that Milo is the love of my life. No one else I know gets happy just because they get to sit next to me on the bed. And there's no one else I would let lay on my stomach. Plus he finally got rid of that puppy breath and now his breath smells like nothing. Seriously! It's the treats I give him. Except when he eats his poo. Then he has poo breath. Today he was pooing and a truck went by so he ran, but the poo was still hanging out of his butt and it put him in a panic. Finally it fell off. I couldn't do anything but watch. But I cleaned it up after and made sure his butt was clean. Stupid truck.