RIP

Bandit, my brother's dog, was killed this morning.

It's...not fair. It's really not.

Yesterday afternoon we were sitting outside and he was sharing his frisbee with the puppies, his puppies. Just...setting it down in the middle of them all and chewing on it with them. And now he won't, not anymore.

I hate this. I hate this so much.

Change in Focus

Since today started out pretty shitty, I'm going to focus on things that are good or amusing.

- brownies sitting in the kitchen

- the coconut-pineapple-chicken-curry thing we had for dinner (yuuuuum)

- puppies with their little wagging tails

- cats being long and lanky and affection and weird

- the 3700+ word fic roll I am on

- the feature I wrote that I think is really good

- the man in Spook who thought "that Leprechauns...were most likely discarnate humans."

- Spook in general. Except the whole ectoplasm thing freaks me out a bit, what with the emanating from mediums' orifices (like their vagina). Disturbing. (The bit about the woman giving birth to rabbits! Holy crap! Because, yes, sticking skinned rabbit bits up there is a good idea, especially in the mid-1700s.)

- texting with Dahlia and Natasha

- Bored to Death's opening credits