Nature's Optimists

Every morning after breakfast, my dog leaves her food bowl in the center of the kitchen floor, probably in hopes that I will see that it is empty and decide to re-fill it for her. Instead, I trip and kick over it. Every time this happens, she rushes over to the bowl to see if, in that brief moment of tumbling and yelling, I also deposited some food in the bowl.

Of course, it's still empty. But that doesn't destroy her hope. She just moves the bowl back to the center of the floor. Cause, you know, maybe next time I'll leave some food in there for her.

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Not that anyone calls me, but if you did want to today, don't expect me to
answer my cell. I've gotten a billion calls this morning where the phone
rings, but there's no one on the other end. I'm fed up so I turned off the
phone.

Goals

Space Mountain
Drop: 35 feet
Speed: 28 mph
Duration: 2:47
Deaths: 2 (Cancer, Heart condition)
Other notes: Dark. Two tracks (Alpha and Omega). No severed human heads.
Probability of success: High

Expedition Everest
Drop: 80 feet
Speed: 50 mph forward, 40 mph backwards
Duration: 3-4 minutes
Deaths: 0 (Note: Opened in 2006)
Other notes: Goes backwards. 22 foot tall yeti. Described as a family thrill ride.
Probability of success: *cluck cluck*

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Ben gave me a scare today by telling me the brake light went on on my dash board. I was worried about him the whole rest of my commute on the bus. I was happy when I saw the car in the parking lot. I'm glad he got home safe.

I checked my car to see if maybe the brake fluids were low, but they looked fine. It must be the brake pads or something. I'm going to call the car place tomorrow and see if I can bring my car in this weekend.

In the mean time, the brake light has gone off. Maybe that means something was just stuck to the brakes? I'm not really sure what it means but I'm going to take my car in to be looked at anyway. The breaks are the last part of the car I want to ignore.

In other news, my bird has become very clingy lately. She regularly flies to me now. This is cute most of the time. Except when I'm trying to cook. I do not enjoy bird dander in my food. Nor do I enjoy accidentally roasting my bird. She needs to learn the kitchen is not a safe place for her. Unfortunately she feels so safe on my shoulder, I don't think she will ever learn that.