Right now, Pickle is eating Chaucer’s food (not that it matters, since they’re both getting pretty much the same thing right now). Chaucer is sitting on the back of the couch, glaring at her. She chases him all around the apartment, which is really funny to watch. Hopefully once he gets bigger Chaucer will lay the smackdown on her, since right now he’ll only play with her if he can’t see her head. It’s funny to watch the two of them play with the crinkle sack, Pickle inside and Chaucer on the outside.

I got a disturbing phone call from Comrade on Thursday afternoon (I hung up on him without talking to him). I’ve got no idea how he got my phone number, since the only people who have it are my parents, Eddie, and work. Work knows better to give it out, and my parents wouldn’t do that to me, so my only theory as to how he managed to get it is that he got a copy of the police report from when the house was broken into. To make matters worse, I’m fairly certain that he showed up at work at the same time that I was leaving, which means that he went through the trash bags we’d left in the house and found a pay stub or something.

Yesterday Eddie and I relaxed together. We went to lunch at Olive Garden, went to Newbury Comics, Target, and Barnes & Noble, where we picked out a few books. We went to FYE and bought 4 DVDs, all used, and by the time we got home it was almost time for dinner. We surfed the web for a bit, ordered a pizza, and then watched Pulse and Cursed. We snuggled on the couch together while the animals chased each other around before they also settled down. Today we’ll be calling Electric Ink and seeing if we can stop in this afternoon so we can get some more stuff done. Because we like the pain.

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