Of Death and Dogs.

I had all these big plans. February 1 - I'm going to get my shit together and start blogging. Then, yesterday I came home ready to rock and roll, only time discover that my dog, Cody, was very sick. Now I am playing sick nurse to a dog in a house that reeks of death. Not my idea of a good time, but such is life. I'm trying so fucking hard to have a good attitude about it, but I'm really just feeling victimized.

I also feel like I don't have anything interesting of compelling to say. Alas.

Cody Cornelius