These days, I feel like one big potbelly. Last night it was made up of fruit loops and ramen, and tonight it is made up of equal parts canned peaches, cheesy grits, and part of Aaron's tuna melt that he made at 4:30 in the morning and let me share a little of. What are we doing up at this hour? well, I promised myself I wouldn't go to sleep till I finished today's (yesterday's) studying, but you can only stay up so late before today's studying starts infringing on tomorrow's studying, whether you actually go to sleep or not. Does that make sense? Ehn. Neither does the male pelvic organs and perineum. Which is what I'm studying now. You would think it would be pretty useful sexually for a girl to know these things. But it doesn't. If anything, it is the opposite, as everytime I see a guy now, my mind flashes back to cutting a penis in half or de-skinning a scrotum. Ewww. Say it with me.

I have been having serious puppy fever, again, and thus, am annoying Dwight a lot more, especially while he is sleeping, to ask him for more attention! I began wondering today whether this recent obsession with dogs is due to a misplaced maternal instinct. I hope it continues to be "mis"placed until I can get over the sick, claustrophobic feeling the idea of kids gives me.
I am very soon going to use this website (www.strapworks.com) (too tired to look up how to link) to make a Dwight a white collar with candy apple red metal parts, and a matching leash. Can you believe this website? It is so specific--nylon webbing, metal O-rings, etc. Everything you need to make yourself any sort of strap/collar/leash/belt known to mankind. If you end up wanting to order something from there, I will hopefully soon have the 10% off hookup. I am so tempted to Order Now! though, seeing as 10% off will equal about a dollar. If not less.
In any case, we've been looking for a white collar ever since we got Dwight, and still haven't come across one.

Aaron just figured out that some dude has favorited one of my pics on the flickr site, which would be quite flattering, except that when you look at his pictures and his other favorites, you find out it's some 50 year old guy whose favorites are all girls in shorts or skirts. Yeah. That photo (me in crappy clothes hoeing the lawn to be seeded with grass) has 48 views. Which is quadruple the amount of views any other photo on my little-traveled flickr page has ever gotten. Sick, right? One of his other photos features what looks like an 11 year old girl with her back to the camera, in shorts. (He likes to take pictures of people unawares)

Ok, I am starting to feel nauseous. Bedtime.