Saturday, September 12, 2009

A concert at Pier Plaza

There's a concert tonight about two blocks from the house, but it was some weird musical that I really couldn't make myself listen to. Besides, Brindy wasn't welcome, and if ya don't know by now, if Brindy can't go, Pauly won't go. So there. I've been told that my psychiatrist can declare that I need a therapy dog, and I can get her licensed as such, and then she can go anywhere that service dogs are allowed. That would be awesome, take the pitbull on the city bus, out to eat, to Starbuck's and annoy the rich people, so forth and so on. So I'm going to look into that. I have an abundance of things I mean to do, but simply forget. I really need an assistant. Any takers?

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