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i can't sleep. segev made this teeny-weeny comment about whistle not feeling good and now i'm totally flashing back to when fidget was sick and being all paranoid that something's seriously wrong with her too. all she did was regurgitate a little bit of saliva. it's not like she's puking chunks repeatedly or anything. i just can't take kitty sickness again so soon. too much too much too much. i really am wanting pills right now. that's bad. i need to go to a meeting tomorrow, i think. i suck.

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i think i'm going to be sick.

i took whistle to the hospital this morning.

the box came home empty.

it looks like her liver.

there is no god.

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it turns out rich's present wasn't complete. i just got the dvd of ferris bueller's day off to finish up the gift. thanks, rich, for once again brightening an utterly crappy day. your timing is impeccable.