Stuff

I made chocolate chip pancakes for Anna this morning. That's right. I'm the man.
Last night I attempted to make a chipotle grilled chicken panini. It was pretty darn tasty if I do say so myself.
I pre-ordered my copy of Zao's new album. Only 8,000 cd's are being pressed, so go order yourself one now. I mean you. Yes, you faithful reader must buy this album. I don't care if heavy music makes you cry. I'll make you cry harder.
I stink again. I hate how I have to shower so much. Sometimes I wish I lived in a place where a yearly bath was plenty of hygiene.
Chief loves attacking us while we are in bed. Currently though, he looks like he's about to roll off the back of the couch.
The guinea pigs squeak pretty much whenever Anna enters the room or if she starts singing. With as much lettuce as we feed them, it's rather amazing they don't explode.
Anna's playing the piano at the moment. She's a pianist.
I cleaned the apartment yesterday. I even cleaned out the guinea pig cage. I know what you're thinking, but sorry ladies, I'm taken.
We are dog-sitting this week for an english setter named Betsy. She's a nice dog, but she smells kind of bad. These people also have a cat named Custer. Custer has the creepiest meow you have ever heard. It sends chills up my spine.