today it was 80 degrees and i was stuck working all day, and now i have a research paper draft to write. i think this is god's way of saying "fuck you" for trying to become a jew. low blow, god.


tucker and uncle larry went to an adoption event on saturday for GRREAT. i was hoping uncle larry would either come home without tucker, or with another puppy, but i wasn't so lucky.


when i got home from work today, tucker started panting and biting my sleeves. i swear this is not a normal dog.


also, i feel like it's a little unfair that once it starts to get warm enough for me to sit on the porch and smoke hookah without wearing long underwear, a winter jacket, hats and mittens, and wishing i had a space heater, the bugs SWARM my front porch. i keep getting hit in the face with cicadas. a) it's not a cicada year. b) stupidest bugs ever. c) they better die when it gets cold and rainy tomorrow.