we’re babysitting the doggies. cid is over too and he has been smacking the crap out of all of them. fil has pointed out that i do not know how to hold dogs properly. i handle them like cats and make them cuddle me and apparently dogs don’t enjoy cuddling like cats do. oh well.

we saw keren ann last nite and when we were at the bar i asked fil what band we were seeing because i forget things and he says uhh we’re not seeing a band, we’re seeing a person. right.

also, something is wrong with my body and i think it’s ‘cos of the crazy pills/booze so i’m going to the doctor tomorrow to get me looked at. it’s hard to explain but not really. i can’t feel properly. i’m tingly numb all over. i can’t sense wetness or temperature, texture, nothing. and it’s making me extra clumsy. last nite i kept struggling to get my foot up on this bench so i could put my elbow on my thigh and kinda lean on it so i could look like i was deep into the music but i couldn’t feel where exactly the bench was with my foot. and then cutting in front of people to get to the front to take this picture:

i bumped into every single person i was attempting to unobtrusively sneak past like a big fatso WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!??!?!

putting lotion on my face is even hard because my fingers get all jammed in my nose and i scratch my face up. i can’t feel where the dogs are on the bed so i am constantly rearranging my body around them so i don’t kill them all with my legs. i bump into everything i walk by and when i sit down i feel like i am going to fall off of whatever i am sitting on it’s focked mang.

i think this is punishment for making retard jokes, one too many.