happy new year

Woof woof.

I'm a dog, I wonder if this makes it some kind of birthday for me...

I want a dog. I want a house, with a yard, and a big goofy slobbery friend who cuddles and stuff. Yeh. I talked to my mom a while ago, she said that Sesame was hit by a car on Thursday. He's ok, though, just has to take it easy for a week or so. Freakin' pound people didn't believe that he was Robin's, and they said he still had his nutsack (a lie) and that he was 5 years old, but he's only 2. I'm just glad the pup isn't bleeding in his guts or have any broken bones, sucks that he can't go hiking or anything but at least he's not smushed for good.
Freakin' death man... Leslie Davis died this morning, according to Mom, who was struggling with cancer for 5 years or so. I remember her being so athletic and hardcore, she must've fought like hell. And Rena's husband Rich with a heart attack this weekend too, damn. Life is wierd.



Anyway, I'm chilling on my only day off, at least yesterday was a chill work day, and not hellish loading in or out, and glad I had my laptop to kill time with backstage. I wonder why it freaked out and crashed in the middle of a task, "OSX quit unexpectedly", whatever that means. If it does it again I guess I'll try resetting the PMU and the PRAM and all that good stuff, and take advantage of my applecare if it does it still. No sign of it since last night, though...

Food.