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wow, i'm REALLY liking joey being at work. i'm sort of relaxing now that i have my me time back, and he has his while i'm at work. i think the order of our lives is on its way to becoming restored, at least it feels like it. couple that with moving into the new apartment in a few weeks (even though it's the same building, just a change of scenery) and i think a new beginning is on the horizon.

i just get so withdrawn and crabby when i can't have time to just chill by myself. it's not like i do anything spectacular, just watch bad tv, scratch my butt, yanno - things you don't do when other people are around. things weren't bad, but i was ready to murder him if i had to hear "watcha doin'?" one more time. maybe it's kind of dickish but i began making up things to tell him when he asked what i was doing, like "running a marathon, why?" or "curing aids, what do you THINK i'm doing?" i know the poor guy was just bored but DAYUM, get outta my ASS!

oh well, time to wrangle my furry retards, it's vet day!!