DAY 65: Pet Rock

Man, I wish I had a pet. Even if it were a rock. Especially if it were a rock. It wouldn't track dirt from the street into my apartment, I'll tell you that much. They aren't playful, you can't sleep on them like a pillow, and they won't grab the morning paper, but they will give you the appropriate moral support when you don't get the number of likes you had been hoping for. By this I mean, they will ignore your unimportant rantings. And that is more important than emotional support, I promise you that.