7:22 a.m. - 2009-01-03
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I do not want to get rid of my fucking dog.
I am sleepy and my belly is full of coffee.
Which, makes no sense really. Why does coffee not make me un-sleepy? It just makes me coffee-ed.
Last night? It was harder then New Years Eve. Which, does not really make much sense.
Fuck.
My head hurts.
Boy tells me, we get rid of the dog, and get a cat.
Well, we had a cat once, and because it was, really insane, but still. I fear that if this cat does not 'work out' like the last one, we will have to get rid of it. That will make three pets...
