Over It

I am so over this business with Earl and the hallway. Yesterday Jessica came over and made me dinner at my house. I can't go to Jessica's house for these reasons:

1. She has a cat.
2. There's a cat.
3. A cat lives there.
4. I would die.
5. She lives in an abandoned bus.

Jessica doesn't really live in an abandoned bus, but there's an abandoned bus on the property, so fair's fair. Anyways, I come home, no movement in the hallway. Jessica comes over and Earl follows her as if he wasn't ever even afraid one bit. Whatever. The dog is wacked out.

In other news, two days of muscle relaxers have not helped my lower back. I still look like I'm 100 years old and it is uncertain if I will be able to ride bikes this morning, or, or, even more importantly if I will be able to go to Wal-Mart and get dog food. Sure, I could have someone put it in the truck, but how will I get it out? And I needs me some dog food.