OMG there was a 2-legged dog at work today and he was so happy and I was so happy. It’s nice to know people will go out of their way to keep a dog happy when his life has dealt him some harsh blows instead of murdering him because it’s more convenient. I judge advanced life forms on the way they treat perceived less-advanced life forms. My dog generates joy in my life, and he deserves just as much if not more joy in his own life. Dogs are just the shit, man.
I survived work. Got out around 4 hours in. One co-worker was kind enough to close for me. Literally every person that saw me said I looked terrible. When I first got in I was practically asleep on my feet. All I can say is thank science for Red Bull. And now that I can keep food down I feel so much better.