It takes so little to give even the darkest person hope. A smile can pull them from someplace dark and lonely; a pretty girl laughing at their soft joke; a promise of better things to come. Yet most of the time we're too self absorbed to notice or care. A letter or a call lifts so many people up and brings them into the world. It's a shame we can't be bothered more often.
Still feeling tired and listless, even with a gooney dog to run me all over. I found out that the Little Old Lady dresses up the dogs so I won't be ashamed of them. She's really happy that Ethel and I take them out to play and exercise and she didn't want us to think that her dogs were neglected. I never thought any such thing. I think they're very good dogs.
Dana is very thrilled to be my friend. I guess they're impressed with the lighting and sound. Her professor wants to meet me. As I'm a heterosexual I asked if the prof was cute.
Mark, the head art guy, has told many that the FX and sound were his idea. He's impressed with the way I executed his vision. I'm an Irving Thalberg guy: Never put your name on anything. If it's good people will know who was responsible. (My addendum: And if it's bad you can deny any involvement.)
Work was work. They keep trying to be friendly. I don't know how to do that in this way. It confuses me.
The dogs were the dogs. Chow and Fat Yellow Dog went with us naked. They might not have liked being nude but I felt better about it. Ethel just thinks it makes Fat Yellow Dog easier to bite but harder to hold onto.
And oh, all 3 want everyone to know they like Vanilla Frosty Paws; all donations gladly accepted. They are very poor dogs who are unemployed and Fat Yellow Dog claims he is starving to death and only ice cream can save his life . . . (The dogs don't think I'm very funny either)