Loyal

I was going to talk about how I sometimes hate how loyal and loving dogs are, about how much I fucking hate it. I was going to talk about how some of us do NOT deserve the love and loyalty they show us as pet owners... owners. Masters. Fuck that. We are unfit to be owners, masters of dogs or any other animal. I wanted to take that dog home with me tonight. The look in his eyes as he looked into mine. I died.

I don't know what I want to talk to today. Maybe I shouldn't even post anything. I feel like this blog is becoming a broken record of how much I miss everything back home. Nobody wants to read about that. We all have our own drama to deal with. We just have to get on with it, right?

I really shouldn't be posting. I have nothing to say, but I'm going to stay loyal to this blog experiment. Every once in a while, I think I'll have something really worthy of your time. In the meantime, I'm tired. I'm tired and I want to go home.

I'm going running tomorrow morning. I have to. I need to get into a routine. My plan is to do two days run, two days rest, rinse and repeat. Have to move them feet. Have to shuffle them feet.