I've got cooties :)

Today has been one of those peculiar days. I really wanted to get out of the house and do something. Anything. But my laziness kicked in and I never fully made it out of my pajamas. Well not true. I was rather hot from last night's activity that I never really fell asleep with any clothes on. So technically, I woke up and put on pajamas. But that's beside the point.

Oh I'm uber excited that the Mav's won tonight. And once again, I forget that they even played. Which is probably a good thing, considering that every time I watch them play, they lose. Was is just me or did Mark Cuban look totally shit faced when they interviewed him after the game. He couldn't even look at the camera. I wish I had his job. Seriously. But is it even a job? I'm confused. You get to watch as another Dallas team tries to give you a heart attack, because they don't like to protect a lead and get uber drunk. Sounds good to me.

My poor pups were sick today. I felt so bad. They both just went under the knife last week to be fixed. No baby doxies for us. Thank God. I don't think I could handle anymore little terrors. My little drama queen milked my sympathy for everything it was worth. She's spoiled. Rotten.

Oh my oven broke. One of the nobs fell the fuck off. My mother was paranoid. I think she actually thought the house was going to explode. I was busy freaking out because the internet decided to loose it's connection. The house could blow at any moment and I'm wondering if I can check my email. Priorities people. Priorities. The internet dies, I have nothing to do. Sad, I know. But I watch very little TV. I guess if I had something decent to watch I might. But for now, Tivo tapes just about nothing.

It's cold, and I'm tired. And well I'm out.