2004-01-07 - 3:03 a.m.
dear diary,
today was a bad, bad day. the computer ate a bag of dicks and took me about ten hours to figure out to fix.
incidentally it should be ironic that i can fix a computer while tipsy, but stone sober i can barely turn it on.
my dog had another seizure that lasted about ten minutes so i tried to get him to come out of it by bribing him with treats. when it was all over he actually jumped up with tail wagging ready to eat.
the vet has had him on a strict diet and he's lost over twenty pounds. his ribs are sticking out now and i've decided to fatten him up again. it sounds horrible i know, but i think all the weight loss is really bad for him. all he thinks about is food... you can see it in his eyes.
and his bank account is overdrawn because he keeps running away and going on supermarket binges. i actually saw him try to eat a piece of a carrot today. that's how desperate he is.
let's not talk about the halls menthol cough drop he went to town on a few weeks ago. the fuzzy.. dusty... cough drop treat.
he eats ice like it's made out of cow hide.
so i'm putting some weight back onto him. call him oprah, call me cruel, i can't stand any more of these heartbreaking seizures.
but he's back to licking his penis [now that he can since his belly isn't in the way] and i'll just take my cue from him to relax, and enjoy my genitals.