Feral Dogs Must Eat a Lot of Bugs

When I takes my dogs out at 4am to go to the bathroom that's all they do - catch and eat bugs. I think it's the only thing they can catch. It must tickle as it goes down, but they seem to love eating them. I wonder if bugs are like onion rings or french fries to dogs, something delicious and crispy. During June bug season Emma runs around the back yard snapping at June bugs in the dark until she's eaten all that are inhabitating our back yard that night, and then lays on the back porch in what looks like satiety.
I wish that I had a laptop. I write and think better outside. Plus, so often I think of something that I'd wish to elaborate on while I am on campus, and that attempt to make a note of it and post later is worthless, it never works.
I've reached another point of stagnation in my life. Time is crawling and it feels like I am getting nowhere. I know that I am about to have all of this BIG CHANGE in my life, but this quiet before the storm makes me restless and I'm looking for ways to fill it. Ironically I'm finding ways to avoid things I should be doing to prepare for the move. I need to go to storage and donate or throw away things that I will not use. The boxes and boxes of magazines I am saving for an article or two need to be filtered through. I need to tear out those articles and save them - recycle the rest. I have baskets of clothes waiting for Goodwill. Blankets of Faux Pas' that need to be washed and repaired for winter. Yet if feels like there is nothing happening? I am a walking contradiction. The things that I want to have happen can't yet and so I feel as if my life were on hold. I can't focus on anything else. I live from Dallas trip to Dallas trip, but things there aren't happening at the speed I desire and so I am afraid that it won't work out the way I want. What happens if I don't get into UTD? Ex. #1 lost the e-mail from the locator, so we're back at square 1, from square 2. I don't even know how much longer I'll have to be in school!
Depressing. My dogs are in bed eyeing me, my dad is leaving for work (at 5am, I hope I never do the same. He won't be back here until 6pm) I guess it's time to go back to bed.