Well, life is okay right now. It’s Good Friday, I have nothing to say about that except there is snow everywhere and the roads suck. I have a really gross cold, it’s probably the worse today that is has ever been. I slept for most of the afternoon. It’s pretty yucky. And Posey keeps taking my kleenex everytime I blow my nose!
We watched The Deathly Hallows 1 and 2. I still cried when Dobby died. DOBBY! Nooooooooooooo! Poor little dude!
I had a dream I suddenly went crazy. Like just out of the blue, started having really weird thoughts and got an inscription on a silver ring that was just a bunch of gobbledygook and there was something about Beyonce. And then it turned into a sex dream.
I’m having a lot of sex dreams. I don’t know what that’s about, it’s been a long time though!
I’m hoping there will be more women to date in Toronto. Although who knows, things could always be just as weird. BUT it sure as fuck isn’t a small prairie city!
I’m so tired. I hope this cold goes away tomorrow. Mom had it for like, a week!
Little Mister was depressed earlier today. He kept laying in a bed on the other side of the room and staring at me with sad moist weenie eyes. I am starting a campaign of cheering him up by picking him up and giving him cuddles and pets and kisses, and the odd sneaky treat when the other pups aren’t around. I’m worried he’s jealous of the baby dog. I don’t want him to think he isn’t special! Little Mister is such a great boy! He’s tops!
Anyway, there was a cat video festival, and Laureen Harper (wife of our fearless leader) was hosting it, and someone asked what about the missing and murdered Indigenous women and she said “Tonight is about homeless cats.” (not sure if those were the exact words but it was along those lines.) Anyway, there was a mini flurry of cats and dogs with signs saying they care about missing and murdered Indigenous women. Little Mister and Posey had a sign too! Here they are: