Yikes

How dare I go away from the blog for so long, especially after leaving you (my twos of readers) with such a downer of a blog post!
I’m sitting, at midnight, in an office in an outer borough of New York, working. I could die. I could honestly die. It’s not just that I’m so afraid some Republican coworker is going to spot me reading gay Gawker, out me, and then lynch me in the parking lot, it’s also that I’m here. Working. At midnight. With about 7 hours to go.
Why exactly did I take this job?
Oh, yeah. The pay. The glorious pay. I’m not sure it’s worth the stress, but buying nice toys and having money to blow in Manhattan has its advantages.
Oh, yeah, that last post. The Boogs. He’s doing well. I should’ve gotten that out there into the universe sooner. He’s by no means the same dog he was when he had sight. Gone is tug-of-war, anything he ever did resembling fetch, and appearing is a slower-moving, clumsier (if that’s possible) still-adorable fat pug. He runs into things all the time. Very rarely is he moving fast enough to possibly hurt himself, but I have to admit, even the scary collisions are kind of funny. He makes a little dinging sound as he bumps into my office chair (the one thing that pretty much is never in the same place for his memory map), so it’s constant comedy as he gets tangled in the legs and hits them with his forehead.
He’s still my adorably insane little bear, just with ten times the near-death experiences.
We still go for walks, and he even accompanies me on my 15 minute walk to the coffee shop or the farmer’s market on weekends. It takes a little more time than it used to, and it’s absolutely hysterical to experience when he gets a bug up his butt, just KNOWING which is the actual way we should be going, and how adamant he is that I stop trying to pull him in one direction and let him go the “right” way. Which is, you know, straight off the sidewalk and into the street.
Oh well. Even with sight he was always cuter than he was smart. I will leave you with that as I drift off into insanity here. Those of you who are praying folk, say a prayer for my sanity…

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