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why wide awake?

i'm accepting the fact that i can't sleep. it's 2 a.m. and i'm going to be REALLY sorry in about four hours.

i have a lot on my mind. usually when that happens i sleep a lot, which is what i've been doing the last week. perhaps i've used up all of my sleep hours.

my little-doggie-sonic, on the other hand, has done nothing but sleep since i picked him up from doggie daycare today. YES!! sonic went to doggie daycare for the first time today. well, yesterday. since The Man left he has been really clingy and over protective. he growls and barks at every little thing, and he's always full of energy now that he is alone all day. i figured the best affordable solution is a day at doggie daycare each week.

last weekend he passed his temperament test at The Pampered Pet, so we set his all day appointment. when i dropped him off wednesday morning it broke my heart. he didn't understand why i couldn't go with him to the play room. the lady had to pick him up and take him in because he would not walk away from me. during the day i checked on him using their web cam. during nap time he sat awake staring at the class like 'why are we sleeping? it's still playtime! no nap for me!'

when i picked him up he was exhausted and i imagine he regretted skipping nap time. he could barely walk in a straight line. he curled up and slept all the way home through rainy traffic. i can't say i wasn't jealous. we got home and he passed out on the couch.

i love doggie daycare. check sonic out on the web cam in the small dog room every wednesday 8:30-5 PST.

on another note, pun always intended, i've been really craving new music the late few days. more than normal anyway. thank goodness everyone is spilling with South By Southwest recommendations. Shout out to The Good Groupie for The Californian and Quiet Company. that's good stuff. I'm digging the new Chris Brown despite the disrespectful publicity stunt, and I'm avoiding all things Rebecca Black (why, God?!)

okay. once again i'm going to try and join my sleepy puppy in dream land.

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  1. Welcome! Love sharing music, esp. with people like you who listen to EVERYTHING. :)
    If you have the time/funds, check out the Californian for me. They play mostly in/around LA.

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