Alright, I've got a new nickname for Jeff... Uncle Monte.

Those who know what I'm talking about know what I'm talking about; those who don't should see the movie Withnail & I.

Ha-ha... man... gotta shake my head.

On a more serious side, I've seen craziness tonight that makes me put into question whether we haven't surpassed animals in our capacity for behaving like beasts. I feel like the most irresponsible master in existence; whatever's wrong with my hound on a account of this evening will be on my conscience forever. The spatters of mud on my car are truly nothing to freak out over; a good wash should set it straight; but when I look at them it's a painful reminder of how careless I was last night with my poor dog who trusts me unconditionally. Call me overprotective, but we've only got one life, and I've got no right taking the beast into my care if I'm going to put her in danger. I'm stamped with sin and I'm forsaken; we all are.