Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I left Florida on December 24th, Christmas Eve. When I arrived in Pittsburgh, I called my mother, and she told me that once Sidney realized that I wasn't coming back from my father's trip to the airport, he spent the rest of the day "moping around." I told her that he was lucky to be a dog because he will have forgotten about my absence by the next morning. She asked me if I would be back to normal by the next morning.

Nope. I'm still moping around.

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