Seriously, I'm not
Maybe my last post gave people the wrong impression; the impression that I woke up at 6 in the morning solely for the purpose of drinking. Allow me to disabuse you all of that notion! There is nothing that'll rouse me out of bed at that god-awful hour. The earliest I'd ever gotten up for drinking was for PyCon, and most of the day all I managed to do was keep a light buzz as I listened to people who are much, much smarter than I am, and who had, by my age, accomplished so much that I cry in the shower every morning if I think about it.
In fact, I was coming home from work, having spent 10 hours working on a website that had to be ready to demo the next morning. I was feeling pretty good by the time I drove home, sort of like catching a second wind, or having a runner's high.
So, remember - not an alcoholic.
So my rat grew a tumor that was nearly as big as she was. Apparently feed rats are pretty prone to cancer (duh) and since their mammary gland apparently run all the way from their necks to their hips (!!!), it ended up looking like she had a siamese twin attached to her. Seriously, this tumor was as big as she was when I got her. I can't find any photos, but here's an approximation:
Except my rat's tumor was nowhere near as cute, and as far as I can tell, couldn't smile on its own.
Well, one surgery and $398 later, I now have a shaved rat with a huge stitch on her back.
Three hundred and ninety eight fucking dollars. I could probably buy a bucket of rats for that much. And the worst part? My friends will never stop giving me shit for spending $398 on a rodent.
In fact, I was coming home from work, having spent 10 hours working on a website that had to be ready to demo the next morning. I was feeling pretty good by the time I drove home, sort of like catching a second wind, or having a runner's high.
So, remember - not an alcoholic.
So my rat grew a tumor that was nearly as big as she was. Apparently feed rats are pretty prone to cancer (duh) and since their mammary gland apparently run all the way from their necks to their hips (!!!), it ended up looking like she had a siamese twin attached to her. Seriously, this tumor was as big as she was when I got her. I can't find any photos, but here's an approximation:
Except my rat's tumor was nowhere near as cute, and as far as I can tell, couldn't smile on its own.
Well, one surgery and $398 later, I now have a shaved rat with a huge stitch on her back.
Three hundred and ninety eight fucking dollars. I could probably buy a bucket of rats for that much. And the worst part? My friends will never stop giving me shit for spending $398 on a rodent.