sessifet | I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive

At least, I think I do. I'm a bit too tired to be a 100% certain, though. Training is fun, but it means getting up at 6 am in the bloody morning. This does not a happy Sessifet make. (Let us conveniently forget me having spells where I get up at 5 am without any problems. That is my own choice. This...well...this is my own choice too, seeing as I would like some money and actually enjoy training and such, but...oh damnit. That's just different and we'll leave it at that.)

Due to the wonderful public transport system, I am at work at 7.30 (!). I do get quite a bit of reading done, though (yay! for positive thinking). I have finished the Illuminatus! trilogy which leaves me thinking I really should've read it while stoned out of my tiny little brain. It's a fun book, but...odd. Very very odd.

I'm slowly getting settled in. Sammie has already stopped treating me like a guest. This means I no longer have a 30+ kg Great Dane trying to jump in my arms. Instead it means I now have a 30+ kg Great Dane trodding on my toes, dropping her rubber balls on my toes and dropping her chew toy (i.e. 3 kg cow bone) on my toes. My toes may never be the same again.