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So, I borrowed a car and took Kitz to his vet and after some deliberation and embarassment and medicalness, checked him in for the weekend or longer.
I'd go into how I can't afford for him to be there more than 3 days though the vet recommends 7, or how the boyfriend has waffled between abusive and sympathetic means of dealing with this, or how sudden it was or how guilty I feel, but I've typed so much already and I'm tired. Really tired.
I can't believe I laughed or had any fun tonight. I think I did but alchohol and denial and whatnot, you know. Nothing like sneaking a flask into an all-ages club, but only to find that i had only gone to see a band that sings songs about dead pets and empty nest daughters, and everyone but me thinks the song was funny.
I'd go into how I can't afford for him to be there more than 3 days though the vet recommends 7, or how the boyfriend has waffled between abusive and sympathetic means of dealing with this, or how sudden it was or how guilty I feel, but I've typed so much already and I'm tired. Really tired.
I can't believe I laughed or had any fun tonight. I think I did but alchohol and denial and whatnot, you know. Nothing like sneaking a flask into an all-ages club, but only to find that i had only gone to see a band that sings songs about dead pets and empty nest daughters, and everyone but me thinks the song was funny.