Day 23

I swear to God, I am getting tired of that dog.

Not only does Sophie snore louder than my father, but she views this apartment as her toilet (bye-bye, pet deposit). I was up until past four trying to get her situated so she wouldn't snore, then throwing her out of my room, then letting her back in because I was afraid she'd pee on the carpet (she did. Twice), cleaning up her mess, which ended up stopping up my toilet (I have no plunger), and then trying to sleep. I was supposed to get up at 6:30 to let the dogs out so I could catch a bus to campus at 7:10 and get my textbooks. I woke up at 8:45. I suppose I can still go, but it's such a rush with all the moved-in Freshman. The line's probably a mile long. But, you gotta do what you gotta do. So, bus to campus, get books, bus back here, drive to Target to get a plunger. I'm loving how my day's going so far. I don't think I can stand a whole school year of nights like this. Sophie may end up going back to Dallas. I don't want to have to do that, she's cute as a bug and loves attention, but I don't want to spend my sophomore year zombified from sleep deprivation.


On a slightly less annoyed note, dinner actually went great. She brought brownies. The curry turned out fine. We talked for a long time, mostly about dogs, because we have the same breed (or, almost. Apparently, Casey from upstairs is an American cocker, while Toby and Snoresby Mc.Spotmaker are English cockers. She told me why she thought that, but I forgot it.