Today I'm working at an animal shelter. I love working here. No stress, nice lunch break, and I really only "work" about 1-3 hours each day. Can't complain about that. In fact, I really didn't do anything much until about 2:00 P.M. All in a hard day's work. Ahhhhhhh.
I'm about to head down to Houston to work at my old clinic. I'm gonna take off Saturday after work, then my puppies and I are headed to stay with Lil N and Big R for the night*. Then Sunday we are going to see the Astros/Cardinals game, which will be my first Astros home game I will have been to since the "shot heard 'round the world" (a.k.a. the MASSIVE home run that Pujols hit in the top of the 9th in Game 5 of the NLCS last year). Hopefully they can win one for me, as I don't think I'll have many other chances to see them play this year.
I don't have a lot of funny stuff to write about. Especially since "I got served." Long story short, I get to go to small claims court. Jealous????? He beat me to the punch, after I threatened to sue him. So now I'm gonna have to counter-sue him to make this shiznit work out. What a headache. And I'm the one that got my $$$$$ stolen from me! Hopefully the good guys will win one for once. I can't say that I'm really looking forward to it though. If he just would have paid me what I am owed, he could have saved a lot of money. Now I'm gonna have to ask for more $$$$$. Sad.
I'm just sick and tired of being pushed around. Sick of the little guy getting run over. Sick of the man tryin' to bring me down. This one's for all you little guys out there, trying to keep the man from bringin' you down. I'm gonna stand up and fight. And fight for what's right, because I'm suspecting that I'm not the first one that he's done this too. Then, when this is all over and done with, I can say, "Domino, motha-trucka!!!" on his izass.
Word.
Keep on keepin' on.
* No alcohol will be drunk that night. We will be complete angels.
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