Changes Halfway Through
Been holding up well emotionally today. Sunday was a sad day; work until 3 pm followed by dinner with Dad and my sister. For most of the day I barely ate (just some carrots in the morning and a salad at dinner), because I didn't feel like it at all. To lift my spirits out of the sad mood I met up with several old friends at a diner and gave them their Xmas gifts. Talking to them about confessing combined with the joy on their faces after opening gifts made the sad feelings go away. The three cups of coffee and simply being around friends helped too.
Woke up this morning feeling normal, and had no dreams with Michelle in them. So that was a step up from the day before.
Oh god... I just found the body of Mr. Stubbs. He's dead. Oh god oh god no.... please I'm so sorry Mr. Stubbs. It's all my fault.
He was running in a hamster ball, the rats were out playing in the same room. I left them unsupervised, and one of the rats got Mr. Stubbs out of the ball and killed him.
It wasn't the rats fault for behaving naturally. It's my fault for letting the situation occur.
Mr. Stubbs body has been cleaned, and I'll bury him tomorrow. His coffin will be that little hamster ball, 'cause he loved to run in it so much; there's some bedding to give him something to lay on in the mouse afterlife; there's some food for him to eat on the journey to the underworld; and there are some coins for him to pay the ferryman of the river Styx.
RIP Mr. Stubbs. You're life was violent, and your death shouldn't have been the same.
Thanks for calling and checking on me Jesse, even if all your heard was crying. The thought is greatly appreciated.
Woke up this morning feeling normal, and had no dreams with Michelle in them. So that was a step up from the day before.
Oh god... I just found the body of Mr. Stubbs. He's dead. Oh god oh god no.... please I'm so sorry Mr. Stubbs. It's all my fault.
He was running in a hamster ball, the rats were out playing in the same room. I left them unsupervised, and one of the rats got Mr. Stubbs out of the ball and killed him.
It wasn't the rats fault for behaving naturally. It's my fault for letting the situation occur.
Mr. Stubbs body has been cleaned, and I'll bury him tomorrow. His coffin will be that little hamster ball, 'cause he loved to run in it so much; there's some bedding to give him something to lay on in the mouse afterlife; there's some food for him to eat on the journey to the underworld; and there are some coins for him to pay the ferryman of the river Styx.
RIP Mr. Stubbs. You're life was violent, and your death shouldn't have been the same.
Thanks for calling and checking on me Jesse, even if all your heard was crying. The thought is greatly appreciated.