There are little snails all over the sidewalk when I walk Chancey. This happens every time it rains here--very odd. I step on them accidentally and then feel terrible.
Chance is lying on the floor right next to my chair looking up and me like he wants something. I think it is my breakfast. Too bad, Chance! He made a huge mess all over the floor with his dirty paws after he came in from outside, and I did only a marginal job of cleaning it up, but too bad, I'm busy.
I hate it that I had to get up before 8 when I don't have class until 10:30. I wonder what time Adam is going to show up tonight? I need to make that bed in there if he's going to sleep in it...I kind of hope he doesn't stay here, as it will just trip Chance out even more...
Ah, stream of conciousness blogging. How boring can I possibly get?
Anyways...