We have received a boon from a stranger in the form of a doggie.
He’s quite cute, as doggies are at this age, and he is named Basho, sticking to my long-standing tradition of naming our animals after Zen poets and concepts. I’ll post some pictures soon, but this will probably be one of the few times I mention the dog, since I don’t want this to become one of those strange blogs out there where apparently people phonetically spell out conversations their dogs are having with the WebNet.
I also finished watching Angel, Season 3 last night. It was a tad disappointing. I’ve been strong and steered very clear of Buffy, Season 5, but I defied people’s advice and went for Angel Season 3. I wasn’t struck blind as some people might have said, but I wasn’t struck dumb with joy, either. I give it a 6 out of 10, where 10 is something really great and 1 is something that isn’t.
I’ve been wicked tired lately, too. Normally, I’d say I’d been up late humping Korzak’s mom, but I think it’s because my lungs are slowly rotting away, and I’m suffocating to death. Here’s hoping my blood tests come back positive for health.