Again, I ask, what the fuck do I do in the middle of the night?

5 am: I hear a bark that sounds way too familiar. The bark is not, however, coming from anywhere inside my house. The bark is coming from outside my house, in fact. Fuck. I figure Bash has somehow got out and is in my neighbor's yard. Again. I throw on some shoes, grab a coat, unlock the front door and there, on my front porch, my heart falls out of my chest. Basho is there, standing on his back legs, peering at me through the top half of the screen door.

This is what I have to do from now on: lock the back door and then move the key that unlocks the back door far away from the actual door. Because, I think, I have a tendency to sleep walk, or half-sleep walk (in that waking state wherein I have no ability to exercise good judgement) and I kind of sort of half-remember opening that back door for Basho at about 12:30 am. Which is almost five hours earlier than 5 am, you know.

I was so freaked out--even though, of course, I didn�t find out that Bash was roaming the damned neighborhood in the middle of the night (jesus, it still freaks me out) until after the fact. But anything could have happened to him. When he came in, he was more overjoyed to see me than he has ever been in his entire life, I do believe. He hurled himself at me and kept licking my arm and he never licks me. Oy Bash.

Right. Moving on. Buddy Black has come to stay again! I love him.

Also I am embarking on a new life plan and I�m damned serious this time thus I�m not going to write about it here because I go through way too many life plans in all seriousness but none of them ever materialize. I will tell you all about this new one only when I have set things in motion and there's no turning back.

That it�s for me. I got nothing really interesting to say and no way of saying it interestingly. I�m sort of sleepy. Good night good day good morning good evening and good afternoon.