October 2, 2011
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pick up a sixer of Poet (New Holland brew), a foot long seafood sub, and fill the shrimpy truck's gas tank on the way home from the stalag yesterday. Brian (neighbor/almost room mate) lets Rosie outside 'round 4:30 in the afternoon while I'm working. by the time I get home ('round 7-7:15), she's all dancing around waggin' her tail (and this time she barks 3 times! she hardly ever barks. it's surprising to get 1 bark from her a month
). we go for a pooperdog walk (after I put the beer and sub in the coolerator), then come home and share some seafood (Rosie is a gigantic seafood lover!), snarf me some beerses, turn Hulu.com on and commence to catchin' up on the latest ABC world news, Jon Stewart and Colbert Report shows. followed by a couple half ok movies on Netflix (one called "the cleaner", the other a Dennis Leary stand-up thinger...his earlier stand-up; 'no cure for cancer' is still no.1 by a mile. this one was mildly ok). I crash 'round 2am waking 'round 4:30 to let the pooch outside. the stars are particularly brilliant at this point. I quickly crash back out and sleep 'til about 1:30 this afternoon. another pooperdog walk ensues...I may just power-nap until 4:30, so as I'm not zombie walking thru my next 12 hour stint at the stalag (tonight at 6:30pm) *plan*
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