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I came home from the Nikken Expo yesterday exhausted and just wanting to get out of the uncomfortable clothes I had stupidly chosen while waking up that morning, and was just HIT with the most enormous amount of SHIT.
First, I come in with my hamburger and fries from Duchess, and my mother tells me that my aunt's dog died suddenly. She had mentioned the other night that the dog had hurt her leg last week, she had fallen on the hardwood floors while running down the stairs too fast. So she just kept getting worse and worse, but had an appointment to go to the vet this week, but she couldn't even get up on her own, wasn't moving at all, really.
So yesterday, my cousin Kevin was home with my Uncle Allen, and Emily and Nicholas (his niece and nephew) while Auntie Pam was OUT OF TOWN in New Hampshire. Allen was upstairs and Emily came upstairs and asked him to come down, because they were bored. He came down the stairs, and smelled dog poop, and thought, "Oh no, the dog had an accident..."
He found the dog under the dining room table, dead.
It's so SAD. I mean, the poor dog was allergic to EVERYTHING, but she was SO sweet. Good with kids, and silly as all hell.
Then, while my mother is telling me all this, she starts to EAT MY FRENCH FRIES. I don't initially notice because I'm so stunned, but... jesus christ.
Also, I'm sick and I can't really hear, taste, or smell anything, and because of this I'm fucking missing Dana's last weekend here, and I know she and Dar are fucking pissed off, now I feel like I have to do something to try and make it up to them, and to be honest with you, I don't feel like doing a god damn thing today because I feel like my head is going to explode, and if it's going to, I wish it just WOULD ALREADY because it's getting ridiculous.
I'm hungry, I don't want to eat. I should go to the doctor, but I don't trust MedNow, and I don't want any drugs, I'm sick of drugs, I just want to feel better without fucking feeling worse first.
I hope this is PMS talking, because I'm really starting to annoy myself.
First, I come in with my hamburger and fries from Duchess, and my mother tells me that my aunt's dog died suddenly. She had mentioned the other night that the dog had hurt her leg last week, she had fallen on the hardwood floors while running down the stairs too fast. So she just kept getting worse and worse, but had an appointment to go to the vet this week, but she couldn't even get up on her own, wasn't moving at all, really.
So yesterday, my cousin Kevin was home with my Uncle Allen, and Emily and Nicholas (his niece and nephew) while Auntie Pam was OUT OF TOWN in New Hampshire. Allen was upstairs and Emily came upstairs and asked him to come down, because they were bored. He came down the stairs, and smelled dog poop, and thought, "Oh no, the dog had an accident..."
He found the dog under the dining room table, dead.
It's so SAD. I mean, the poor dog was allergic to EVERYTHING, but she was SO sweet. Good with kids, and silly as all hell.
Then, while my mother is telling me all this, she starts to EAT MY FRENCH FRIES. I don't initially notice because I'm so stunned, but... jesus christ.
Also, I'm sick and I can't really hear, taste, or smell anything, and because of this I'm fucking missing Dana's last weekend here, and I know she and Dar are fucking pissed off, now I feel like I have to do something to try and make it up to them, and to be honest with you, I don't feel like doing a god damn thing today because I feel like my head is going to explode, and if it's going to, I wish it just WOULD ALREADY because it's getting ridiculous.
I'm hungry, I don't want to eat. I should go to the doctor, but I don't trust MedNow, and I don't want any drugs, I'm sick of drugs, I just want to feel better without fucking feeling worse first.
I hope this is PMS talking, because I'm really starting to annoy myself.