sticks and rocks and stars

i walked the g.d. dogs all by myself tonight, having conned friends into joining me the two prior times. i could not have done it on my own the first night, but it was less than daunting tonight. last night's conning involved crazy ex, which more regrettably involved letting crazy ex know where i live and realize how close it is to his place. but dogs got walked and he washed my dishes and i didn't even have to flash my boobs. low standards i realize. it's depressing that things like that make a good day. my brain has so many things to say, but my body is saying bedtime 2 hours ago (pre dog walking), especially since the morning comes with more dog feeding. more on brain/body later.