To Medicate or Not

I was sitting here studying when all 3 dogs start barking like the damn house is on fire. I'm in such a mood that I seriously hope that it's someone walking through the yard and they shit their pants trying to get away. The other night I came home and 2 guys were running down the street. They went behind some houses before I could really see them. I used to freak out about noises but the whole neighborhood is afraid of my dogs as well as K and J's so I don't get my panties in such a wad anymore.

Apparently I'm getting so old that I forgot my birthday. I argued with E that it was the weekend after the Praxis test but I neglected to realize that the weekend of the 19th is stuck in between those. Guess it was a blonde moment. Worked sucked tonight and I almost dread the drive to Houston now that the dogs don't get along. While I'm typing this it's Moo-1, Havi flip flop-0. Damn it!

I think I need some anti-anxiety medication