This weekend:

Oliver's vet appointment: He's back on the medication, for a month this time. Coughing's likely due to his heart. Was told I should try to get an ultrasound done to see just how far the murmur has progressed. BUT, on a good note, he's lost two pounds since his last vet visit, when he'd come in at 31 pounds or so. He was 29 even yesterday, which means the new feeding style (absolutely no table scraps, a cup of dry food twice a day with a little something for flavor--Mom boiled some chicken last week and kept the water, so he gets chicken water with his food) is paying off.

Dad made a ham that's been at the house for weeks. We sat and ate and watched Doctor Who. The ham was freaking DELICIOUS. It's sitting in the fridge right now. He also got me a case for my cell phone that's a pretty purple/fuschia color.

... There was totally something else. Whatever. I'm tired. I'm also tempted to go grab some of that ham.

Didn't go to my classes on Friday, so this week, I have two comics for Graphic Narrative to do from scratch. We're no longer doing senses; now we're moving into other things. This week I have to show Mel fighting with someone, next week I think it's traveling, the next week I think it's falling in love (I have to be nice to her again! T_T), and the last week she has to achieve something.

Might walk the dog half an hour earlier than I thought. I'm SO tired right now.