I am thinking that it's time for lunch.
I am realizing that there is nothing in my pantry.
I am resigned to the fact that if I want to eat I'll have to put on some shoes and go out.
I am thinking take away burgers would be just the right thing to feed my bottomless pits (I have 4 of them in the house at them moment - not counting me).
I am sure someone will have something to say about it.
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I am now thoroughly .
I am saying that someone (my girls) left my fucking bedroom door open and my mother's dogs (all 9 of them... who needs 9 dogs??????) got into my room.
I am looking at ruined pillows (there's fluff everywhere), cotton balls on the floor, a cat box that somehow made it into my room and dumped on my carpet, a pile of dog shit the size of a medium horse apple, chewed up shoes and trash everywhere.
I am thinking seriously of murdering some dogs.
I am going to have to cancel my plans to go out to the lake for the fireworks just so I can clean up this mess and hopefully get my room to smell like a room and not a sewer.
I am not a happy camper (obviously).