Milkshakes and Coffee

So, I have fully recovered from my trip to Chicago. It was draining, and stressful and I didn't really sleep at all. The drive back up to my house was scary as shit. And the first thing I did when I walked through the doors was erupt into tears and collapse on one of my housemates. I don't care for funerals at all. Not in the least. But I was as composed and as jovial as possible while there. Once I got back to my house, I let it sink in. An hour later I was climbing into my own bed, and setting the alarm to get up for work in a few hours. I came home to my guys, the pup, and the new addition to the house: the Brillo pad. It is a nine hundred year old terrier that grew up with one of the guys and now lives with us. It walks on only three legs, is smaller then the pet bunny I had, and has such bad breath that must be the reason it's still alive. It's halitosis even makes death revolt. But it's sweet and means well. It has already found out that my bed is ground level and therefore easy to climb up and sleep on. So it's not that bad. It farts. I don't think it can control all of that so well these days, so I ended up kicking it out after my room began to smell. That's the worst. Otherwise, not that bad. I did a major work out last night once I got home from work. Where I purchased a hoodie for the housemate who caught all my tears and snot. And after I wrapped it and placed it in his room, I worked it all out. All the tiredness, all the stress, all the death, and all the miles from the trip. It was awesome. After I showered, shaved and got my heart rate back to a normal pace I went in search of a milkshake. One of the housemates also wanted one, so we hit up the Checkers down the road. I use to go there for hot dogs, and when I pulled up I really didn't miss it. I don't miss fast food, or meat at all. And the chocolate milkshake was soooo good. It was like pudding. Hmmm, I just got a strong urge for some coffee. So I'm ending this one prematurely.