Tonight is supposed to be the wolf moon. The Native Americans said the wolves howled particularly at this January moon. I don’t know why, although, I am sure it would be a nice story. They have a lot of good stories. I, however, can not see this moon, because as always it is cloudy. The sky is invisible in this state. Oh the joy!
On another note, it is really hard to have joy about anything right now when Phoebe will not stop with the senior farts. I hear old dogs do this, kind of like old people, but seriously even Edi has to cover her nose. I only have so much incense I can burn a night before we all smell like a bunch of hippies trying to cover up the gonja.
Anyways, I feel insomnia coming on. Damn it, I should have gone to that metal shop today. I could have hammered and clammered all night. Oh well, I do have other things to work on. Me and infomercials. Such a glorious Friday night.
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that is the cutest wombat I’ve ever seen. Stop beating it!
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