12:11. last call. i had 7 walks, from 6am to 12am. the storm has passed, i think, though who the fuck knows, and i think mister has shat his last, though... now i'm beyond tired and probably won't sleep. i got upset with him though i know it's stupid. he nudges me when i'm sullen. i say mister i have had enough, go to sleep or go to the kitchen. he lay down, quieter than he's been in days, and now he's snoring. ah, peace. maybe i can start tomorrow like it's a new day, though i know i'll be bleary eyed and feeling old in this fucked up world, i'll start again, and pretend, it's a new day dawning.