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Yawn... I give up. Mike just makes my brain hurt, that's all there is to it.

So. On walkies today I found: a white door. In someone's driveway, a freestanding (lying, really) door. A piece of birdwing with some meat and foot still attached, eew. The faint scent of horse manure that was probably coming from the horses in a field a few houses down past mine. A random biking woman. A piece of dead firework. And that scary purple pustule looking thing that seems to have sprouted from the sidewalk about a month ago. I thought it had gone but it's back now. Or maybe it's another one. Sidewalk zits. Who knew. And why purple, of all colors.

Have not yet been to bed. Actaully I have, but only for about forty five minutes. If this continues till tomorrow night I'm taking NyQuil to get back on a somewhat normal sleep schedule. Until then I'm going to try and stay up at least most of all day today so I'm exhausted when I finally do go to bed.

Hate the slaad I'm painting. Want to melt it down. Stupid J for asking me to paint it. Stupid me for not saying 'paint it yourself, you know how.'

That is all.