My own private Emocide

Today was an exhausting day. Woken up by Melissa, who thought it was the funniest thing, to ring me out of bed, since she knows I didn’t get to bed till the morning. Then kept writing my testimonials against Kronomy. After that, looking for — and finding — a counselor. Then I drove the car to the shop to get an estimate. While waiting for that, I walked back to the house on Longfellow. Just after getting another job offer call I found a dead squirrel on the front steps, which I needed to get rid of. Poor thing. Picked up the pupperdoodle and we walked back to the shop. Got the estimate — in the expected range — and then talked to Martin on the phone. Drove back to St. Paul to pick him up. Then to the house to introduce the lil guy to everybody there. He seems fairly confused, but really cuddly. Left him in my room then for a couple of hours while Martin and I grabbed something to eat and ran a couple of errands. We had a good talk and mostly fun time and it felt good to have someone there, that made the big city seem a little smaller. Then back to the house, getting changed, and down to the park. It was a really romantic scene there in the sunset. Brought the pup back to the house then and drove down to Grand Ave, where I enjoyed the evening crowd and got to listen to some music and get to know interesting new people. Then back to the house, since I didn’t want the pup to stay alone for too long there. When coming back, Melissa just had returned. I told her I was gonna take the little guy for a walk, so she was like: “Hold on, then I’ll come out with you and we can talk there.” We sat outside with the dogs for a good hour and a half and talked about dog and the world. She keeps giving me different ways to look at things. After that, Bug and I drove back to Grand Ave and took an hour long walk; he is funny sometimes … just the things he does. Plus cops arrested a drunk dude right in front of our eyes — pinning him on the ground and all. Then, after driving back, we now crashed and are both pretty shot. Bug will not get off of me and just keeps throwing himself onto me; causing me a weird mix of emotions. All in all things didn’t get much clearer today — if anything, disappointment has grown. But a couple of people gave me some new advice that is worth looking into.
I noticed that it’s hard to get started writing a letter, when it’s been a while since you did so.

Tomorrow won’t be much less busy; too bad that I still feel like the biggest tool.