Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Nothing quite like waking up in the middle of the night to a tiny dog, under the covers, throwing up all over the bed.

Speaking of which.  We feed our dogs dog food.  It's a food pellet, filled with nutrition and all the things they need.  It's simple, requires no cooking skills, and they never get tired of it.  And considering how up and down my stomach has been over the last few years, there's a part of me that's a little jealous - I kinda wouldn't mind a human version.  I'm getting very tired of food, and my inability to digest it.  I can't enjoy a good meal without wondering how I'm going to be feeling a few hours down the road, and you'd better believe this is making next week's trip to London all the more agonizing, since most of our structured activities involve a group meal AND THEN a show.  I'm probably going to stick to crackers next week.

Yet more blathering about the Kinks - I think I like them better when they're not being overtly clever or witty.  Also:  "Do You Remember Walter?" is my favorite song today.

Maybe I'm missing something, but while it's great that YES is broadcasting Yankee spring training games, they're not re-broadcasting them at night, when I get home.  I suppose I could DVR them, but... meh.  The regular season will be here soon enough.


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