I’m on vacation this week.  

I didn’t originally think I’d be on vacation from the blog, too, but now that I realize the resort’s wifi is only available near the main activities center, and my AT&T Internet card is only 2G (which means “better than dialup, but still slow”), blogging might make too much of an impact on the vacation.  So while my twitter and utterz will probably stay on par as far as publishing pattern goes, it might get a little stale around here.

Then again, sometimes I don’t handle my blogging addiction as well as I *say* I will, so who knows.  I might write 3 more blog entries later today!  

Fortunately, I do a lot of blog READING and COMMENTING from my blackberry, which is not impaired in any way.  So, if I don’t comment on your blog, it’s probably because you’re too boring for me to bother during my vacation.

Haha, Ahm so funneh.

OH HEY!?  Have you tried MAD GAB game yet?  It’s AWESOME.  Look for it.  We got it as an early XMAS gift from a relative and it’s perfect for me.

Just so you’re not left empty-handed today, however, I’m leaving you the dog and cat diaries.

DOG DIARY

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.

However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.

Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.

I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released — and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.