pact breaker

Damnit to hell, Lance. He broke our pact.

Neither of us were supposed to cut our hair for a year. We have four months left to go. That means we've gone 8 months without getting a hair cut. Trims are acceptable, but not a cut.

So Lance calls me up to day from Rapid City saying he's in the mall and thinking about getting his hair cut because he just can't stand it any longer. Hoser. Looks like I win and he owes me dinner. So I guess that's not SO bad. Free dinner's always a good thing.

Cleaned my room up today, doing laundry right now. Gotta find those missing sheets. I left them in the dryer last weekend when I was doing laundry, and they've disappeared from the dryer...but I'm not sure where they went from there...curiouser and curiouser.

Delilah is recovering quite well. She has the energy to continue to annoy Smokey and eat his food, so I guess she's doing well. Giving her her pain meds is a two person operation, and she doesn't seem to be in any pain right now, so since I'm the only one home, she doesn't have to get them. Yay.

Still trying to find an apartment. I know calling on the weekend isn't the greatest, but I left a bunch of messages asking if they were pet-friendly, how much the month's rent was, what utilities I would be responsible for, and what utilites are included in the bill. I got to talk to one person, and he was rather grouchy, but they weren't pet-friendly, so that solves that problem.