Mar. 18th, 2007

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02:15. Woke to vision of German Shephard standing next to bed watching me. It was one of those mostly black, wolfy, friend-of-serial-killer looking ones. Had its head hung low in that "I could go either way right now; choose your actions wisely" sort of posture. I blinked and he went away.

Had to go wee.

Then I tried to recall an evolutionary studies explanation for the function of losing control of one's excretory system when frightened. Does it show the possible aggressor that you're meek -- in hopes that said possible aggressor will take pity and go away? Does it signal your herdmates that danger is afoot?


I gripped the bedsheets and counted backward from 1 million until the urge to go look it up went away.



And now laundry.
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O Where O where has my little Bob gone?

O Where O where could he beeeeeee?

Come back to me, Bob! I promise never to abuse you again!

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