So today...

Was alright. Woke up, took Hershel to the bathroom, went to work, left, thought about going to the gym (obviously, I didn't), and came home, played with Hershel and ate.

Simple enough... Exactly. So Hershel was in the kitchen sniffing around and wobbled his butt to the carpet to pee. Ugh this dog! Crazy thing is, he knew I was mad at him for that bs. We made up. He's sleeping in my bathroom now (thank goodness).

I love him but he drives me WILD.