dog-pee-dog world

i joked today that i cleaned our dog's toilet. i did not write. 'there's other stuff.' there's always other stuff. i could have, i guess. but writing seemed so selfish. it wasn't getting gifts together, wasn't saying hi to my sister. plus, i had come back home with a 30 minute timer on the dog bedding that i'd have to turn around and get to at the laundromat. everything else besides writing seemed so short. moving a piece of furniture 7 feet. clearing the stairs since our cat was now stuck on the ground floor. turning on my pc, sitting, staring at the screen seemed like an eternity. i have perfected the art of making writing take a long time to do nothing. im sure other's have too, so it's not even a rare perfected art. little did i know it'd need a few more minutes. the bedding. it was still a bit damp when i got it home, but i think it's ok. our dog will piss on it anyways. hopefully he'll make it to the weekend. i just washed his bedding on saturday, so at current trends, he'll fall just short.

at lowe's they forgot me, it's ok, i would too. i had purchased some propane and waited and waited and waited outside. i didn't know who to bother after like five or six minutes, so i thought about leaving, even though i spent $21. nobody had come to swap out my tank. nobody would come, right? i started to panic. i must look silly just standing here. it's ok to leave. i leave a lot of things that i can't do. it would have been one more thing. it just wasn't the night. next time, i'd have to buy a new tank and replace one. it'd be like $70, plus the $21 wasted earlier. $90 anxiety. i guess that's the price we pay.