I'm having some issues with dizziness and nausea. I'm pretty sure it's related to snri withdrawal but it was keeping me from working effectively. Anyway.

Denny woke me up at 4am panting heavily, licking at the air, and with his tail pointing directly at the ground. All signs pointed to the poops so I ran him outside where he proceeded to chew on grass and clover, this means I was off and he had an upset stomach. Poor doggie and all that but he could've vomited inside. So I take him in the house and point him to the water bowl where he drinks two bowls of water and the panting, etc stops. Dog only wanted water which annoys the crap out of me, he's got a nice water bowl upstairs that he won't touch because it makes a loud noise. Scaredy cat dog. Anyway, water was all he needed.

Still, it's kind of good that he woke me up when he did, I was having a terrible dream about an armed attack at a roller derby bout. I can usually get myself out of a bad dream but not this time. I thought about just staying up but no, I ended up falling back asleep. Do you know what's on TV at 4am? Full House, that's what.

Oh, and let me talk for a minute about the wonder of Heroes. Sure, it's SUCH an X Men rip off but damn if it isn't fun. Every episode has at least one "holy crap" moment, one breath holding moment, and it's always lots of fun. Where is my Hiro action figure????

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