Too Lazy to Title!

Today, dad asked me if I was okay. He said I look really tired.
I figure I must really look like crap if dad's noticing.

Someday I'll figure out how to sleep again instead of flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.

People also keep asking me if I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. My thoughts are: I don't have a job or school so it's not like I get the day off; any food beyond turkey, stuffing, and instant potatoes I'm going to have to make myself; everyone else will be spending the day with their families so it's not like I can hang out with anyone, really (which will probably prompt a lot of "you can come celebrate Thanksgiving at our house!" which I won't because it makes me feel like an interloper even if I was technically invited.)

The kitchen renovations are coming along fine, I suppose. The new counters are in and I'm hoping I can at least keep the bar area clear, but I'm not too optimistic about it. Dad, after about six hours of cursing at non-standard plumbing fittings, decided to have an actual plumber put our sink back together. I miss the kitchen sink so bad, didn't really realize how often I use it. So come on, plumber, I want my sink back!

She-ra's started a disturbing new habit of trying to eat my pants while I'm still in them. I can't decide if this is better or worse than her trying to eat my ankle. Maybe she thinks this is an acceptable compromise. The vet is heckling me to bring her in for her six month checkup.
This only forces me to realize that I take my dog to the vet far more often than I visit the doctor. I wish I knew where my vaccine record was...