Starr

Starr

The last night time thought I had to my recollection:

I "woke up" (if you can really call it that) with an incredible sense of urgency surrounding the idea of getting in contact with my parents' German Shepherd, Starr. I felt bad because I hadn't seen or talked to (???) her in a while. I decided the best way to remedy the situation would be by texting her immediately.

It was at this point that I kind of groggily realized that this was an absolutely ridiculous idea. For one thing, she does not have opposable thumbs. For another thing, she does not have her own cell phone. Lastly, I'm not even that fond of her.

She has since been put down, so now I feel kinda bad about that last part. :\