I should definitely be in bed right now
. I would be if I hadn't fallen asleep at the keyboard
(it being five till four in the morning
). Here's what happened
while I was gone
My valium-addicted friend Steve stumbled in with a horribly bleeding nose (he snorts the stuff), and proceeded to collapse on the floor. My dog wandered in and started licking the blood off the floor. As he did, he started turning red, like the blood was dying his fur. He was still the waggy little puppy he really is, but now a hideous red. Steve looked up and accused me of feeding him to my dog.
I just now woke up. Joey, my dog, was licking my toes. Bedtime. Goodnight.