Work

I am so tired of writng papers. When I tell people this they look at me like I'm crazy for wanting to be a writer. What they don't seem to understand is when you ejnoy literature, writng a story that you get to chose its content is fun. Writing essays is what I'm tired of doing. I feel like i'm just repeating myself over and over. There is no such thing as an original paper anymore. I guess the same cold be argued about works of fiction, but I still such potential to be unique.

Looking forward to later this afternoon. I'm going to spend the day with my mother and we are going to the mall. I hope it's not too crowded. It's got to be full of holiday shoppers. So annoying. I was finished Christmas shoppnig 3 weeks ago. I wish other people planned a head also. We are needing to return some stuff or else we wouldn't be going.

Joe Bob learned how to use the ramp inside his cage. I was worried he couldn't crawl p it to get to his food. Last night I wok eup to his scratching sounds. He was trying to stand up right and pull himself up onto the upper level. The poor thing couldn't do it and fell. Who ever designed this cage was stupid. Why would you create a slick walk way? I'm glad we figured this out in less than a days time. I'm also glad we had been feeding him out of our hands. Thank goodness he wasn't being starved.

My dog, Sadie, likes to play with Joe Bob. She started to lic his fur. Joe Bob made a purring sounded and nibbled on Sadie's leg. She assumed he was trying to bite her so she tried to pounce on him. Luckily I was able to delfect Sadie before she could hurt him. I guess I can't let them play together anymore.