let it be known: hell is not fire and all that jazz. hell is a 10-7 shift when it's not busy and you're left to find things to do. when you wake up at 7 in order to get stuff done before work.

after work, dad and i stopped at mr. fuller's house to bring in the dogs (tom's gone for the weeks, so we're taking care of the puppies). i was nervous anyway, because i'll admit that big dogs scare me. when tom tells me that i need to be careful around lady, a shepard, because she is extremely "protective of the house", i get really scared. when we walk in and see a note about being careful to not startle magic because he'll bite, i get way too scared. imagine me standing outside, trying to approach magic with a doggie treat, in my whole soothing voice, creeping closer and closer, then magic growling and me jumping back, scared shitless. i looked like such a dumbass. dad took care of both dogs. :)

tomorrow morning, nice and early, i go into town to check out a car. it looks really promising--parents went while i was at work to check it out and think i'm going to love it. if all works out, i could have it by the end of the week.

me? with a car by the end of the week? when the hell did i get so old?