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I haven't posted in here since little Lulu and I parted ways. Today I briefly held a robo-dwarf at a pet store, and the little fellow was genial enough, but looking into his face I knew my hamster days were over. I would only be disappointed. Luisa was the last and the best. I'm feeling guilty that I've yet to write on the brick that marks her little grave. I just can't bring myself to go out to it. I know this all sounds so silly on account of a hamster, but she really was special.
I have a problem with delayed mourning. Sometimes the delay is so long that I begin to question the climate of my own soul. It feels a bit chilly when loss rolls around.
Oy.
Oh, I don't think anyone reads this anymore, but if you do, go to freerice.com and guess at some vocab words for a couple minutes so that some hungry folks can get some rice. Do it. DO IT.