Well, Lunaescence.com is back… and I couldn’t be more depressed. And I’m not sure why. Sure, I’ve been depressed the whole time it’s been down, but now I’m even more depressed.
It may just be the realization that the progress my site had made was brought to a crashing halt. It may also be the knowledge that now I don’t have time to do any of the things I wanted to do with my site. The final semester has started and I now have to buckle down and find that internship and finish up these last things before graduation.
I don’t know.
I’m mad because the site could have been up yesterday (Saturday), but I didn’t feel like walking down to get the mail. Heck, I didn’t even want to leave the house.
Which brings me to a rant: What is it with us and bad neighbors??
*sigh* Friday, we believe our neighbors deliberately turned both their pair of mastiffs loose. They’ve come right out and admitted that Judge, the big male, is vicious. He’s bitten someone twice now, attempted to bite our neighbor once. I spent much of Friday hiding in the house while animal control attempted to capture Judge.
That damned thing actually charged the animal control truck and wouldn’t let them officer get out. The officer eventually managed to coax the little female mastiff (which shockingly seems to be nice and even-tempered) to jump into the cab of the truck on her own, but then proceeded to sit there until backup arrived.
They finally managed to capture Judge and carted him away to the pound.
Anyway, the reason we think they did it on purpose is because the husband (or whatever he is) turned out to actually be home. The little female was loose first, but we didn’t know if she was vicious like Judge, so we stayed inside. I looked outside at one point and watched the guy walk right past the dog, get into his truck, and speed away. Less than 10 minutes later, I look back out and see Judge.
Oh. No.
I’m not scared of big dogs, but I’m scared to death of Judge. I really hate to say it because I love animals, but I hope he’s put down before he seriously hurts someone.
So anyway… Saturday morning, Jass walked down to get the mail, but none of us felt like doing anything. So when mail came that afternoon… it sat there until Mom went to give our statement to our landlords.