Well it took a great deal of effort, but I finally got someone to get off his ass and help me update this thing.
Actually, it was the thunder and lightening that got him going this morning. At three o'clock! Poor old fart. He's going to have a rough day, I can see it already.
Anyway, this new job he took on has been beating him senseless, and his inability to get a grip on it has mom and me pretty near at our wits' end as well, since he comes home and dumps on us just about every day.
Obviously, he hasn't been able to do much writing, or reading for that matter. He did, however, manage to finish off "Silver Linings Playbook" (which only took him about a hundred years to read), and once he figured out that he wasn't going back to sleep this morning he decided to start "Forrest Gump", which mom picked up from the library. Once I knew he was up to stay I convinced him, in my increasingly vocal way, to help me get a new post done.
On a different note, he's been giving me canned food more frequently. It only took a day or so before I caught on that it would be a regular thing, and now I start with what he refers to as my incessant crying pretty much from the minute he gets out of bed until he sets the dish down on the kitchen floor. Hey- I want what I want when I want it. Get over it.
Apparently I'm not pooping all that well, and since I'm very old he and mom are concerned about my system not quite working the way it should. Whatever. I'll go if I have to, and won't if I don't, as far as I'm concerned.
Okay, I'm bored already. And I want my food. I'm done here. I won't let up, and I can see the irritation boiling in his face. Bye.