I’m often tempted to just close up shop at the end of the night, go to sleep, and write “tomorrow” - but experience tells me that “tomorrow” never comes. Or is that dies? Whatever - I’m sure Rolf or Tiffy will correct me.

I decided to take the bull by the horns and just write now - even with sleep seconds behind my eyeballs… I’ll push forward and produce a post riddled with gramatical errors, I am sure, but a post none the less. I hate being all worried about such things, however, so editors be damned… I’m just going to write the way I usually do. Fuck em if they can’t take a mistake.

Let’s see… school first, alright? I LOVE it. It is hard - it is challenging - Math is an absolute nightmare at times and then moments later a source of undeniable pride. I LOVE that I get some of the harder problems and that several times in school I correct my classmates (we do group work together so I’m not being that obnoxious know it all kid with all the answers…) and I actually know what I’m doing. I don’t know HOW I know - it’s just that things are clicking in so much more now than before. Maybe I’m “ready” for math now and before I was just blocking myself from it…not sure. But I do love it. Even when it’s confusing - I love it.

Jackson. He has his 3rd vet visit tomorrow. I can’t believe it. He is growing up so big now. He was just 1.9 lbs when I got him - and he’s already close to 3 lbs now. If not a bit over. He is getting all long and when I hold him he takes up so much more room now! lol. It’s cute though - and he’s still small compared to … I dunno - a lab. LOL. He’ll be a bit bigger than the 6 lbs my breeder promised though. sssssh. hang on. Do you hear that? That’s Rolf rolling his eyes the moment I said breeder. Annoying isn’t it…the sound of his eyes rolling, I mean. Anyways … the breeder may have been wrong about his weight - but she was right on the money in regards to his personality. Today the little beast - er - my darling little boy - tore up his little pee pad right in front of me. I stopped him with a sharp “BAD JACKSON. BAD BOY. NO CHEW!” and he looked at me for a moment - little cotton filling clinging to his nose - turned around and went right back to tearing up the pee pad. I shouted again, “BAD JACKSON. MOMMY VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. NO CHEW. BAD BOY!!!” and he looked at me like, “could you get on with it so I can go back to chewing?” I felt this burst of … I am not sure what to call it. I was pissed. How dare he look me in the eye - and continue doing something that I told him NOT to do. Didn’t he understand the word NO? Do I need to bark it out in some canine maltese language or something. Good God. Finally I reached into the little pen area - ripped up the remaining pee pad and masking tape (that was used to secure the pee pad to the floor… obviously THAT didn’t matter much) and left him in his pen while I cooled off so I wouldn’t swat his little behind into Adult Dog Years. Every day it’s the same thing - Jackson chews thru and distributes the guts of one pee pad. I found this the other day and I think it may do the trick. I hope I don’t have to train Jackson again and that he adapts to it well. Anyways - wish me luck on that one. Besides his tendency towards obesity and behavioral problems - Jackson is about the best thing that has ever happened to me this year outside the friends that I’ve met here on NF (whew - saved that didn’t I?). He is beautiful, sweet, funny, energetic, and smart! I already have taught him how to sit - and have recently started to train him to lay down. He also fetches for at least 10 minutes straight before he starts running away from me, toy in his mouth, to the living room where he attempts to pee on the carpet even though his pee pad (torn and shredded) is only paw feet away at his disposal. God, I love that little guy so much. He starts school next month thank God. I’m hoping that between puppy school and The Dog Whisperer book I bought, Jackson will train me to be a better owner to him and he’ll grow out of his defiant stage. And please, God, if you could just make my skin either a little bit tougher - or make his teeth a little less sharp - I would also appreciate it. Amen.

So I took Tuesday and Wednesday evening off. I logged on about Midnight Wednesday (maybe a tad bit earlier) and thankfully my regulars have taken good care of me. I recently got a chance to talk with an old friend of mine that I recently had a bit of a falling out with. He was right, though - he just was frustrated and unable to talk to me about it in a way that I could hear it and not be defensive. Anyways - he called me last night and we had a long conversation (like an hour and a half) and it was like we never stopped talking. It was one of our better conversations - and I was able to tell him that I was pooped - and we ended the call on a great and respectful note. I have some really great callers. I’m so incredibly blessed. I had some other really great calls last night - and then today - wow. I’m sorry for making some of you wait for me so long - but then again (Catwoman fan, Stephen, Bigdic, et al.) I’m almost glad I did make you wait…you’re all so SERIOUS when you’re horny! *wink*. Watch your mail boxes…

So it is officially 24 minutes past my “end” time. I have to wake up super early tomorrow due to a family obligation so I need to get some sleep. I will be available tomorrow, however - so watch for me some time around … I dunno … 3:00PM PST or so? I have a date with my Tiffers tomorrow evening around 9:00PM that will last a good hour I am told. Looking forward to a great role play with Ms. Tiffy along with the delicious pillow talk I’ve grown so accustomed to. I’d really try to speak with me before Tiffers cuz I’m not sure what shape I’ll be in AFTER. Just a fair warning…something to consider. *serious face*

Talk to you soon…