sit, Ubu, sit

Everybody should move to Chicago. It's a great city and then I wouldn't feel obligated to make new friends. Besides, I miss you fuckers, all being far away and shit.

Today's goal was to get all the car-related things done off my list, and I did! Really early in the day, too. I brought Freud, who was very popular and well-behaved at the Jiffy Lube. He didn't snip at anyone, mostly hung out on my lap, and even eventually went around sniffing people's feet. They had dog biscuits and found him completely entertaining. Good dog. I wish I could always trust him to be like that. I'd take him a lot more places, like the bar I like (Vaughan's) that allows dogs on weeknights or the outside tables at the other local dog-friendly establishments. I know he'll never be one of those dogs that just wanders up to strangers and wants to be pet, but maybe if I keep taking him on these sorts of little errands where I can really pay attention to him but he's around other people, he'll get to a point where we can at least hang out outside Starbucks or something. I've done a lousy job thus far making friends, and since beer tends to fail me as a social lubricant, perhaps the dog can help. You know, so long as he doesn't spend the whole time growling, murf-ing, and trying to bite people. But seriously, today, no growling or anything, so I feel there is hope. Sweet, sweet hope.

No one signed my guestbook yet. I am crying. If you tried but couldn't figure it out, you have to click "post."

I can't tell if I'm woozy because of the weather (migraine-related pressure weirdness) or because I need more iron and am being anemic (nasty bout of being female the last few days, TMI I know) or if I've just slept too much and that's doing it. Currious.