Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. . .
Stupid freaking minor set backs. Binx was supposed to be flying home last night, but unfortunately, no dice. Some puppy diarrhea has her still at the breeders on puppy medication for another week. I hope that they'll be able to reschedule her flight for Friday, but no word on that yet. A whole week of build up, after 7 months of waiting very patiently. I suppose another 5 days isn't the end of the world, but a damn shitty start to my supposedly fabulous month of May. I really hope it's not a sign of things to come, cause I really need a good month.
Gas going up again doesn't help either, but really, who expected anything different? All things considered, I think I'd rather they gouge our gas prices during the summer when we don't use nearly as much house fuel, and when our tourism is higher. Let the tourists pay more for their gas here, to fund our wonderfully useful and absolutely necessary government busywork programs. I guess I feel that way now because I never go anywhere. Might be different if I actually took a vacation and went somewhere. Since that doesn't happen, we'll cross that bridge if I ever get the chance to cross it.
Man, it isn't even 10 on a Monday, and I'm already in a fantastically shitty mood. Great.
Monday, May 1
