Dear Diary,
I just got off work and now I am going to go see the new Die Hard movie because I am just that good of a girlfriend. What I really want is a slurpee and an epic family saga to read but that can wait until tomorrow when I have three consecutive days off in a row. Not because I wanted three days off in a row, it just happened. I thought I had covered myself there with the whole getting two jobs thing but apparently not.
We tried to take the cat for a walk earlier and we figured out why people don't do that. We got Roscoe in his little harness and put his leash on him and he didn't care. We took him outside and he just laid down like he was dead. Then we carried him a block or so and put him down and he laid down again. We thought we were doing Roscoe a favor by being able to take him out on extended explorations of the neighborhood but apparently not. Too bad for him.
Love,
Diana