Feeling: poopeded
Listening to: reruns of Frasier
Reading/Watching: --

After a full workday, a four-hour staff development session, and driving across town to get home, I managed to lock my keys in my car just outside the apartment building.

Finally walked in the door when the locksmith let me in at 8:45.

Heated up a hot dog for dinner, and set it on the table while I ran to pour a glass of water. When I came back, the hot dog was gone, and Allegra was hiding under the futon, looking guilty (and also trying to give me cute-eyes, the manipulative bitch).

Now she's whimpering in the pet carrier while I finally stretch out in my slippers, eating a well-deserved peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I know I've had longer days, but it doesn't feel like it right now.

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