Shopping

Once again, the first thing in my day worth discussing is Daulton. Well, I suppose "worth discussing" depends on your point of view. None of this is really worth discussing, but I'm pretty sure that's my whole point. If that's not my whole point, then I have no idea what I'm doing.
Daulton gets a Fall break. It starts tomorrow. I won't have to deal with him again until Monday.
Daulton had a court appearance last night. I guess they just told him that this is his last appearance as long as he stays out of trouble. I hope he does. His existence depresses me.
My unmentionables itch.
My right earlobe itches.
If I stop to think about it, everything starts to itch. See for yourself. Just sit for a minute and think about whether or not you itch anywhere.
You're welcome.
Taz in boxers boxers.
I'm not sure what conclusions people might draw about me from reading this blog. Most probably just think that I'm an idiot. Those who know me know that I'm an idiot. Those who haven't seen me in a long time probably wonder what happened to the person they knew back in the day. Am I still that person? I have no idea.
Today is the second Wednesday of the month. This means that Mike payed his rent, and the exterminator came and sprayed the apartments. When the exterminator showed up, Daulton felt it necessary to show him his new PSP. Daulton bewilders the poor guy.
My feet are chilly. I just took Daisy outside. It's been drizzling all day and now my feel are wet and cold. Daisy decided she didn't have to pee.
We did a tiny bit of clothes shopping tonight. Anna got a purple coat. I got a couple shirts. At Target, Anna ran into a girl with whom she used to work. It's funny because before we went into Target Anna said, "I hope I don't see anyone I know here." Around here, that can be hard to avoid.
People who read this blog: Random Japanese Person
I'm out of people that I know personally who read this blog. The hit tracker I use does, however, tell me that many people I don't know have read this blog. One such person seems to be from Japan. I suspect this person is male because I feel like it. I'll bet he's not even Japanese. He's probably a missionary kid. He's also probably a furry. I'm pretty sure everyone in Japan is a furry. He probably came upon our blog due to my comments about Sara being a furry. His parents probably have no idea about his strange proclivities. He surely left this blog disappointed that I'm not actually a furry or a proponent of furry-kind.