there is one flaw with my internship.

see, in order to get ASU credit for all the time i spend at counterpoint, i have to put together a semi-detailed log of what i do there every day. like: 1.5 hrs: creating database entries. 1hr: checking manuscript for errors. ETC. the thing is that, because i'm there all the time, i do a lot of little things that i forget about. like, roxy will come over to my desk/table and say, yo, xerox this manuscript for me -- or, yo, file these five things for me. ETC. so putting together this log has become a huge hassle because there is always at least an hour that i can't account for (it also doesn't help that i forgot to do it for the first three weeks, so i'm having to haphazardly make stuff up for that). i feel bad, but i'm fudging so many things for this log. no, wait, i take it back. i DON'T feel bad, i just realized. the fact that i am getting an opportunity to do everything at counterpoint instead of having pre-packaged two-hour tasks assigned to me every day does not bother me. suck it, ASU.

last night there was a rat in the kitchen. shayna told me this when i got home (at 8! because i stayed late at work and the bus was so shamefully behind schedule!), and she said that the cat was back there probably taking care of it. i had stopped by whole foods and picked up something for dinner, and she went out and did the same, and we ate dinner and watched _the wizard_ in the living room, which is coincidentally the farthest room from the kitchen. the dogs were hanging out with us. then it was like 10 PM, and we figured, ok, better go back and see what's going on with the cat-rat standoff. avi (the cat) had clearly managed to injure the rat, because there was blood on the floor. he had backed the rat into a corner under something, and this was clearly his preferred arrangement because he was content to just lie there and stare at the rat. but shayna and i did not feel the same way. so she had to flush the rat out, and she was thinking that she would then have to catch and drown it. but once the rat was running around, taylor the terrier suddenly tapped into her instincts and chased it into the hall (all doors were closed, thank god). she caught it within like thirty seconds, then shook it and broke its neck. and the rat fiasco was over.

the great part was, though, that taylor was sooooo proud of herself, and she spent the next 20 minutes retracing and smelling the path that she and the rat had taken, wagging her tail like a goof. avi was also pretty pleased with himself, although not for nearly as good a reason.