Whew! and Jetsia Dax is sick!

No, not that Jetsia Dax (and if you know who Jetsia Dax is, I applaud you. Applause!) but my puppy, my lab mix puppy. As I type she is at the vet getting tested for stomachy sadness. She's having a barium swallow (and if you've ever had heartburn and had to swallow a lot of salt and some green goo that looks like the crap that Nikelodeon used to dump on people who said 'i don't know' on 'you can't do that on television' then you KNOW what I'm talking about and my puppy will be none too happy with me) and some x-rays of her tummy. Little miss likes to chew ate two of my socks this week even though, try as I might, I tried to keep everything off the floor and away from her reach. But of course, I get the super smart and manipulative doggie who can stand on her hind legs like it was nothing for like a minute. So. She gets into stuff. The end. But I'm worried about her so keep your fingers crossed or whatever you can cross that she's going to be just fine. We'll hear later this afternoon. After a couple hundred dollars later. Like I have that laying around.

In other news, I had a presentation last night in my philosophy and film course where we have to pick a particular philosopher to embody for the entire 5 weeks of our summer session, and we've watched nine films and have to figure out what our philosopher would say about what happened in the films. Sounds easy, but it's not. I was on a 'panel' of a total of 4 philsophers and we had to discuss the films and engage the class. It was going well until one of the people said that my philsopher was annoying her. Except that I think she meant me. I thought that was callous and rude; but I'm not gonna let it bother me. I have a stunning personality that you either love or hate. But hey, that's just me.

Now I'm off to ride my bike in 90 degree weather, go get Dax some play toys (cause I spoil her when she's sick) and help Partner with his paper. That is the downfall ladies and gents of being an English major. Everyone wants your help when it comes to writing.

So all you teenage comet zombies, have a tripindicular day.