As I mentioned before, my dog was killed last Friday; I am coming home to bury him in the part of our yard we use as a pet cemetary. I suppose I will stay, since I would only have to return for Christmas Mass and everything else..
I haven't posted anything last week because I don't want to compete with anyone else's grieving, and I didn't really feel like it (and I still don't, actually). I was sick and upset. I did manage to lose 13 pounds in 6 days because I didn't eat, though I doubt I will be able to keep the weight off (I will try though, since I still don't feel hungry).
I will be in a wedding in N.O. on the 27th, against my desires. I will do my best to get too drunk to notice.
Nothing really else to say. I've mentioned last year how much I hate Christmas and nothing this year has impacted that opinion. I'll be glad when it's January and I'm back at work. See you in the funny papers.
p.s. Some of the Houston Furries went and talked to a reporter. He put a story of them on the front page of the homepage of the Houston Press. This is the fruit of that ...endeavor.