she's
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size

My apartment smells like moldy, lavender-covered socks.

I went to do laundry today. While I was there, something shit on my patio. It looks like it was a very large dog. I hope it was a large dog, that is, and not a human.

Last week I volunteered to go through the client files and straighten them up a bit, since they're a bit out of date. Today I realized exactly how bad they really are, and how big a job it'll be to straighten them up.

After I got home today from work, I found that Jaws had deposited the Largest Hairball Ever in the middle of the bedroom floor. It was huge, and had smeared, and was crusted into the carpet. It was an industrial-strength hairball.

I intensely crave something sweet, but I have nothing in the apartment that fits the bill. I could go out to buy cookies or something, but it would require getting dressed again and giving up my parking spot.

Dave is gone. He left today for Mephit Furmeet, where he's the Guest of Honor this year. We'll be incommunicado for a week.

But then he's coming here.