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February 28th, 2009

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February 28th, 2009

Lots of cat dishes, no gin.

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One of Mom and Dad's old friends has come over for dinner and presumably a round of cow racing on the Wii. I'm currently hiding out in the basement trying to be forgotten about. I'm sure she's perfectly nice, but I don't fancy sitting around smiling uncomfortably while the grownups talk around me all evening. Call me crazy.

There's a job fair in Crystal City (45 minutes away) next Monday that I'm determined to go to. Well, they do say it's better to hand out your resume in person... Admittedly, the only reason I feel anywhere near comfortable going is that I've been to that city (possibly to the same hotel) for Katsucon one year. Ah, memories. ...Now I'm trying to decide whether I should go home after work and change clothes first, or just change in the bathroom in the kennel. If I go home, I'll be able to take a sink bath and make myself a sammich, but on the other hand, if I go home I'll inevitably find an excuse to dawdle. The job fair's only 'til 3, you know. ;P

The dogs were sooooo sweet today, omg. Kisses and waggy tails all over the place, and they were very polite on the leash for me. ^_^
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