i'm dog tired. after the pointers i went to the liberry and then the grossry then back to mister's to fetch his cherriot then i walked my blue dream and his cherriot back to vista, put him in and pushed him back to pebble beach and i was soaked from the inside. the water was shockingly cold, way colder than the morning. my toes got numb. one friend from lincoln park swam over to greet us, so happy to see mister another summer. she was worried seeing him in his cherriot. i heard sara p. told charles mister was in bad shape. i unnerstan doom is in the air, we got precedent doom in the white supremacist house, but people keep dooming mister and frankly it irks me some. it's one thing when i start crying about him dying, i can be a little emo, but i'm attuned to the dog strings, but sara p. said that and he's doing great. oh well it doesn't matter what people think about mister, it matters how mister really is, and right now he's great, snoozing calmly beside me, dreaming probably of cool cool water.