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This week's episode of Game of Thrones was the one I had been both anticipating and dreading since hearing that they were making a TV series out of the books. And as I feared, it has left me an absolute sobbing wreck.
I can only imagine what non-readers must be feeling right now, to have their cherished stereotypes so forcibly shattered, that our TV heroes never truly die and the bad guys never really win.
In other news, on Friday I took Kaylee to the vet. She needed her vaccinations, which she was long overdue for, thanks to me not being able to afford them for so long. She also has a skin infection due to scratching from allergies. So $300 later, I have lots of pills and antiobiotics for her, medicated shampoo, and a shiny new rabies tag.
And Saturday was the anniversary of my dad's passing. Fifteen years. My God. I can't believe it's been that long.
I can only imagine what non-readers must be feeling right now, to have their cherished stereotypes so forcibly shattered, that our TV heroes never truly die and the bad guys never really win.
In other news, on Friday I took Kaylee to the vet. She needed her vaccinations, which she was long overdue for, thanks to me not being able to afford them for so long. She also has a skin infection due to scratching from allergies. So $300 later, I have lots of pills and antiobiotics for her, medicated shampoo, and a shiny new rabies tag.
And Saturday was the anniversary of my dad's passing. Fifteen years. My God. I can't believe it's been that long.