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Day 01 -- Your favorite song
Day 02 -- Your favorite movie
Day 03 -- Your favorite television program
Day 04 -- Your favorite book
Day 05 -- Your favorite quote
Day 06 -- Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 -- A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 -- A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 -- A photo you took
Day 10 -- A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 -- A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 -- Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 -- A fictional book
Day 14 -- A non-fictional book
Day 15 -- A fanfic
Day 16 -- A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 -- An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 -- Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 -- A talent of yours
Day 20 -- A hobby of yours
Day 21 -- A recipe
Day 22 -- A website
Day 23 -- A YouTube video
Day 24 -- Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 -- Your day, in great detail
Day 26 -- Your week, in great detail
Day 27 -- This month, in great detail
Day 28 -- This year, in great detail
Day 29 -- Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 -- Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 08 -- A photo that makes you angry/sad
While I'm already on the "Dog" trend:
These are Plum (the brown one) and Peepers/"Bubby" (the black one). Bubby was killed two months later by a coral snake and really... that highlights the start of a lot of Andrew's mental issues. She was a bitch, but she was a good mom. And Plum... was probably THE sweetest dog on the face of the universe. She'd sit there and literally tongue-bathe a stranger until the person got tired and pulled away. We had to put Plum down a few months ago because she'd gotten so old, she lost total control of her lower extremities. She couldn't walk, she had to be carried around, she couldn't control her bladder... it was bad...
I write about this because... hah. I totally just woke up from a dream and they were in it. And you KNOW a dream is depressing when you distinctly remember SOBBING in it. And in this case, I was sobbing over the dogs (((ha. I had dreamt that Barbara was practicing Voudon in the house and some risidual magic leaked out to the dogs' graves. Peepers and Plum were brought back for a few hours, but were in excessive pain and agony and we got to watch them die all over again. Yay dreams!)))
In other news, I feel like CRAP. Stomach-flu crap. As in, nauseous, dizzy, crudcrudcrud. And I have to go into the office today. Poop.