Things here are okay.
I'm still missing Buckley, my crazy little bunny-buddy.
Last week I brought a Wii. It's more fun that I thought it could be.
The car thieves who stole Gibbsy struck again. On Saturday night, they stole another car a few streets away. The Police are pretty sure it's the same two scumbag dumbfuck car thieves who can't drive, because it was stolen the same way mine was, then crashed and dumped.
Work has been crazy busy.
Tonight I'm crying for my dad, who's had an incredibly tough day. Sometimes all you need is hope, and today, hope was taken away from him.
That's about it from here.