Tuesday Evening, Exhausted

No sleep in the past few days. None. *sighs* Or to be completely accurate, so little as to make almost no difference, except to add a cruel, almost taunting dimension to my condition.

However, it was in most respects worth it. A new Transformers (old-skool Optimus, yo) t-shirt was bought, which I promptly turned into an insanely comfortable night-shirt, and, um. Five Discworld books. In my defence, I will buy them all eventually, and ... they were half price. That is incredibly good for Discworld books. Especially as they had the good old covers. Am almost as pleased with them as I am with Unleashed and the new, pretty version of The Princess Bride. (The DVDs, oddly enough, don't carry that same measure of guilt, though you'd think they'd have more, being more along the line of impulse buys and less along the line of dearest-desires-who-I-was-fated-to-own-anyway. Although perhaps I was.)

Bojack came up and spent time with me, drove me around, and made me cake. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of friend we like to keep around here. Court and keep. In manacles, if necessary. She also went and saw something called ECW, but that was entirely incidental and in no way the cause for her visit.

A large amount of sketching has taken place, which is in no way related to the four dogwatches in a row, I assure you. I often sketch without large amounts of time in which I have no other forms of entertainment and nothing better to do. All the time.

Now if only I had been speedy enough to buy that Aldi scanner when it came up last week, I might have been able to show you some of them.

Housemate issues are getting a little tense. I am considering the pros and cons of leaving. Well, actually, I'm somewhat excited about the prospect of leaving, but that's just because it's new and seems like it will be easy. I promise you, I will back down and come crawling back as soon the slightest difficulty presents itself. I'm like that. However, I have seen some places I like the look of, and I just have to arrange a viewing for, so we shall see how events unfold themselves. Even if I leave, it will be somewhat sad, I think, as I and the Dog are, to my mild disbelief, finally bonding. In a strange way, I am trying to save him from himself. By which I mean, her. Also, the fact that he is now (sometimes) sitting and lying down on command helps. A lot. And all in one night! Mon Dieu! Bojack (who is new to the horror of the situation and has not yet learned to supress it) is indeed a latter-day Dog Whisperer.

And now said dog is depressed, so I think I will (and this is shocking, I know, I wonder how long it will last) go and see what I can do for him.

And so, I shall say good night.

I offer as a nightcap my comfort song. Don't Give Up, You Are Loved.