Taco way of life.

I still have a lingering cough. The girl is acquiring more and more rodents. We’re lazy about doing the dishes and taking out the trash. I have laundry from last week which needs to be put away. Our cats are adorable. The heat wave was rather enjoyable, despite the dripping sweat. We’ve finished Next Generation and have started DS9. I’ve been planning my birthday festivities. Which just means picking a place, as we do the same stuff every year. I’m hungry, so hungry, I want tacos.

I’m happy to report I’ve successfully befriended Elissa, a minor under my command. I’ve been going slow. You can’t just walk up to someone and say, “I think you’re pretty awesome. I see some facets of myself in you. Would you like a mentor?” The phrase “conflict of interest” has been foremost on my mind. Nonetheless, it’s not like I’m some creepo. I’m awesome, and if I can make a difference in someone’s life, I will. I remember a time when I had nobody. I also remember all those who have shown confidence in me over the years. Sometimes, someone telling you, “Hey, you’re awesome” can make the world of a difference.

Otherwise, life is business as usual. I’m on my second summer class, and can’t wait for it to be over. Work is work, but I’m like a boss.

The most recent rodent acquisition is a little white rat which I’ve dubbed Apollo Creed. And by some stretch of the imagination, he’s grown on me. He fell asleep in my pocket last night. Come on, massive AWWWS. I’ve told her HONEY, STOP GOING TO PET STORES. I’m not actually mad, I just don’t want her to become even more of a crazy rat lady.

Tacos. TACOS. I better hit a grocery store soon.