Dayle loses it. again.

Oh yeah, and we figured out who was at the door this morning. Apparently we have a package awaiting us, but we can’t pick it up until tomorrow after 1pm, which means we won’t be able to pick it up until Thursday morning.

I’m feeling introspective and weird today. I should really be occupying myself before this gets out of hand.

Dayle is going absolutely, completely mental. A minute ago he was playing a strange couch game – jump on the couch and look freaked out for five seconds, jump off the couch and look freaked out for five seconds, continue pattern for five minutes. Psycho-kitty.