I say blah to Punxy Phil.  Why even come out of his hole at all, that’s what I want to know.  Obviously winter is continuing for six more weeks, duh.  He should just stay in his hole like a normal, sane person.  And dream gardeny thoughts, like me.

Speaking of holes, I came out of mine the last few days, don’t tell, since I still appear to have the car.  I even spent the night as usual, though I couldn’t sleep.  Wrong hole, I guess.  Then I came back home and just slept for hours.

Speaking of dream fantasies, the whole time (like 16 hours!) I dreamt that Al Pacino ♥♥ and I had a thing and hooked up.  Not all my dreams are nightmares.

Speaking of nightmares, I’m going to stop with the white person clutching pearls over my inadequacy in fighting the current iteration of white racist bloodthirsty homicidal savages doing the emperor’s bidding, because it’s not helping.  If it comes down to it, I’ll know which side I’m on and what I have to do, because I have a conscience.  In the meantime, I know my purpose here in STL, and have my work cut out for me, literally on the ground.

Speaking of work, the doggy job paid off, literally.  My portion of the Germans’ compensation came to a legend-wait for it-dary 1+K?!  Whatup?!  High five!  IKR?!  (ok, I’ll stop.)  I just stared at it for five minutes…then gave most of it to Avdi because I owe him so much money for dental bills that he helped with.  Now I’m down to a “manageable” 2+K debt.  Only two more years of installments.  You gotta keep priorities straight.

Speaking of priorities, gotta get back to it.  That’s not a dog on a bed.  Look at this beautiful sweet bread K made!>→