Having a dog is sort of like having a Roomba with an extra component that allows it to hear food falling from 3 rooms away and knock over everything in its path between it and the chip/pasta noodle/almond to clean it up for you. Consequently, sometimes I drop food at other peoples' houses and forget to pick it up because I am not used to having to do such tasks.

One day I'm going to do it right. One day I will not write blogs instead of my grant. One day I will wake up before noon on the Saturday that I cleared specifically to write said grant and I will not suggest to my husband that we walk the dog and get breakfast. One day I won't look back on the last week and not be able to think of the last time I ate a vegetable (excluding ketchup). One day I will remember that a diet of DC and brownies makes it harder to work because my brain goes into autopilot after the initial sugar/caffeine high wear off. One day I will take care of myself during times of stress. Clearly not this time.

Jeff is threatening to turn off the internet router unless I get back to my grant. I told him to mind his own damn business. He is now scheming ways to remote log in to my computer and shut this window. This dictatorship is unbearable.

I have run out of things to say. I love Jeff so very much... He is a healthy dictator, who has my best interest at heart, and it trying to help me

I've been hacked