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So sick and in pain that I can't think straight. Can't stop crying.

Need to remember to reschedule my teeth-cleaning appt. Monday. I don't think having my mouth propped open for hours while it feels like there is a wildfire raging in my throat would be a very good idea.

Need to do something about my cat. Somehow I don't think going into the local emergency animal hospital in tears, describing her plight, will get me very far.

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So sick and in pain that I can't think straight. Can't stop crying.

Need to remember to reschedule my teeth-cleaning appt. Monday. I don't think having my mouth propped open for hours while it feels like there is a wildfire raging in my throat would be a very good idea.

Need to do something about my cat. Somehow I don't think going into the local emergency animal hospital in tears, describing her plight, will get me very far.

A few times more, with feeling.

Forced my roommates to sit and watch Once More With Feeling with me, after an episode of Dr. Who. Now all the songs are running through me and it makes me very happy.

Would have a beer but I'm way too sick for that silliness.

Too emotional to respond coherently to comments right now. I cry upon reading all of them. Sorry about that. My brain no workie.

I'm really tired of hating myself, treating myself like garbage, having terrible health, a terrible sex life, a terrible emotional life, zero physical activity or strength. I miss skating. Even if I have to take unpaid time off of work, I have got to get into some serious physical therapy and get back on my feet. I will kill myself if this continues.

Gunna call Dove Lewis and see if they might have someone who would do a consultation with me, with Willow's chart info, sans cat.

Spike: ~I hope she fries, I'm free if that bitch dies! ... I better help her out.~

A few times more, with feeling.

Forced my roommates to sit and watch Once More With Feeling with me, after an episode of Dr. Who. Now all the songs are running through me and it makes me very happy.

Would have a beer but I'm way too sick for that silliness.

Too emotional to respond coherently to comments right now. I cry upon reading all of them. Sorry about that. My brain no workie.

I'm really tired of hating myself, treating myself like garbage, having terrible health, a terrible sex life, a terrible emotional life, zero physical activity or strength. I miss skating. Even if I have to take unpaid time off of work, I have got to get into some serious physical therapy and get back on my feet. I will kill myself if this continues.

Gunna call Dove Lewis and see if they might have someone who would do a consultation with me, with Willow's chart info, sans cat.

Spike: ~I hope she fries, I'm free if that bitch dies! ... I better help her out.~

Holy shit.

This girl, Chrissy, asked to photograph me after the walk, and took her time to get just the right image. I am so, so grateful to her. I've never seen anything like it.

Holy shit.

This girl, Chrissy, asked to photograph me after the walk, and took her time to get just the right image. I am so, so grateful to her. I've never seen anything like it.