I thought I wanted some applesauce but I found this container of blueberries instead and now I’m eating them and writing this and wondering how I wasted all that time because I should’ve written my cover letter and sent my submissions already and I haven’t and it’s already 1:45 (it will be later when I finally finish and post this) and then I’ll probably want to read some before I go to sleep.
Today I found something and Wolf is ecstatic because yesterday we had a bad time of things and felt really low about it and it’s bad for me all over, but Wolf comes off worst in those instances because he needs to feel like he can control things and it makes me worry about some things that I had originally thought were just expanding my philosophical horizons, but I think that this philosophy is a little too attractive to Wolf because he relishes the idea that we can make things happen or make people do or think or feel things, and I don’t want it to go to his head because seriously, Wolf is working in direct opposition to one of my goals and I hate that about him.
These blueberries are rotting. Awesome. Time to stop eating them, I guess.
I thought about it though and Wolf does have his uses because I have him write things for me because he needs something to do with all that selfish energy and it’s the ONE thing he does where he’s actually interested in pleasing other people, which is probably good for him, and I think it’s good for me too because I take things personally but I don’t so much with my writing because Wolf is more confident that whatever he does will turn out to be somewhat appealing, even if he has to destroy it and make it all over again half a dozen times—loud noise downstairs? Hmm…must investigate…or wake up dad. Or…investigate with brother, then wake up dad.
*insert string of enraged animal noises*
SOMEONE JUST EGGED OUR HOUSE!!!
At least Dad and I are probably equally pissed off, so there’s that…I guess we’re waiting for—
AND THEY’VE VANDALIZED OUR VAN.
Anyway, I’m hoping the police won’t wake up the puppies when they get here, or we’ll have screaming beagles on top of everything else. Awesome.
I hate this side of town. I hate hate hate it.
Thus ends a blog entry that was bound to be unproductive anyway. Now I have so much anger-based adrenaline that I’m not going to fall asleep for hours.
Oh well. Time to do my cover letter.
Maybe that will help Wolf calm down.