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holy jesus, Callaway coliced last night. put in short, his intestins got twisted. i was at foxfield til 12 o fucking clock last night, waiting for the vet. i was so damn tired. then this morning, i got up at 5 and got to foxfield at 6 to walk/feed the resident giant. i still need to go back tonight to walk/feed it again. i feel like im gonna faint. Cal is pretty much fine now, but for the next few days i'll have to take it really easy with him and not overdo anything. which might be good, cos then i wont have to be out there for forever and a day every day. : ). sooooooo, im going to go play my bass for a while then leave agian. i dont know how much farther my mom can push me before i burst.