It is hard to meet anything more ridiculous than Mr. Poole's dog. He is the embodiment of stupid. He also feels inclined to eat my art supplies. Last week, he ate a bar of acryllic soap and my art stix. Then, he vomited a rainbow all over the house. I mean, what is more intelligent than eating something that doesn't look, smell, or taste remotely like food? The next time his dog eats my tools, I'll... do something. I dunno. I hope he has irregular fecal matter issues for a week.

I am pleased to announce I have made hardly any progress at all on my grid I promised to have finished!... two months ago... BUT! Regardless, I will have it completed by January. I promise. AGAIN. I'm sorry.
I really need to put some stuff up that's not 2+ years old.

My break was nice; a lot nicer than I thought it would be. I've been eating leftovers breakfast-dinner-supper every day since Thanksgiving. But that's alright, since I am priveledged to have good chefs in my family. We put up the christmas tree yesterday, which is always a pleasure. I'm definitely not lookig forward to going back to waking up at six thirty and working again. I sure had a fun, though.