I've invited my dog into my room as I type this and the only thing visible of his as he lies on my bed is his white stripe on his nose, in a sea of black fur. What a guy.

I had a conversation today about love with my ecentric co-worker Erin. Besides being too tired to really do the entry that I want to do, I would at least say that at least everyone is designed for love and that everyone CAN love and be loved. It's a matter of meeting the correct correlation betwixt the hoardes of different people. I'm happy different people exist, as it makes for a varied, interesting, dissapointing, rewarding search. A better entry later.

toodles,

Mr. Jared