dog, my brains like a sluice or something. i can't even remember this morning without pictures, and then i can't even remember if i posted them. did i post honey? and i only had two walks! i'm annoyed about the non-daphne-walk, annoyed at myself for being apologetic when i did what i said i would do, came after my first walk, though i understand it was earlier than i anticipated. i love daphne, so i said ok now, ok, between 10 and 11 am next saturday, ok?. non-reply. try try again. one more.
we'll see. anyway if i'm showing honey girl again, thas ok—she's adorbs!idle know why i said sluice—i never use that word, i wasn't even sure what a sluice was but my brain said it's like a sluice, the brain knows stuff. my brain is mostly water which is normal but it drains like a sluice and it don't retain what i think it should, it's like my brain has a mind of its own. i'm like the dog of my brain, and my brain's the alpha dog of me, making me a beta dog. my brain said that, so i take it with a pink salt grain. my brain is not literal gnome sane.