Ramblings of an Overworked Grad Student

Dear Self:

Just because you ignore your e-mails does not mean that the real world and work isn't happening around you. People start to freak out if you go MIA on the internet for a while. No, puppies and health aren't an excuse. Check your e-mail once a day like you're supposed to.

Love, me.

In other news, Bizmark is growing nicely, but I seem to be his favourite chew toy. I've been trying to follow the advice of Cesar Millan (aka The Dog Whisperer), but it doesn't work well when it's too cold outside to take the puppy for his nice walks he got used to the other week.

Also, I had a conversation with fleshlycherry which was deemed the Best Thing On The Internet Today. Back story isn't really needed.

notragicmercury: You could always do the thing where you're open and ask him his thoughts on makeouts, heavy petting and oral sex?
fleshlycherry: Don't make me laugh like that at work! OH MY GOD BEST THING ON THE INTERNET TODAY< RIGHT THERE.
notragicmercury: CHADIFY IT!
fleshlycherry: Chad: You would always do that girly talking shit you like so much. Ask him how he *makes airquotes* feels about your tongue in his mouth or your sasquatch paw on his dick. And, like, tell him if you're good blow your load in his face 'cause you're a gentleman like that son.

Chad always twists things into a J2 context.

So, I've been going through some crap lately, to the point that visits from my family have increased exponentially. It stems from my medical mystery [A.K.A. WTF is with my stomach?].

None of that really matters now, though, because I HAVE A PUPPY!

His name is Bizmark, he weighs 6 lbs at the moment, and he is made of awesome cuteness.

( CUTENESS PICSPAM )

My brother spent the weekend with me and we picked him up on Saturday afternoon. He's been checked over by the vet and up to date on shots and deemed healthy. He's sleeping in my lap as I type, and he's pretty quite most of the time. Now I just need to housetrain him and get him to stop crying when he's in his crate.