for the record, I am REALLY FUCKING TIRED of obsessing about my silly cat and her faltering health. I honestly wish she'd stop eating, stop purring, stop interacting, shit outside the box, keel over... because then I could justify the inevitable outcome. but apart from a grotesque stridor and snot-ropes that connect her to whatever surface she's on (usually my bed, which is awesome) and being wraithlike and usually having her right eye adhered shut and seeming restless and painful and stinking of necrosis... she's fine. fucking unfazed. this is one of the coolest things about her, but it's making the necessary decisions very difficult for me.
rereading that paragraph, perhaps I have made my decision already.
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anyway, the tombs: witness to my adulthood and every-other-sordid-thing-else. this is just gonna fucking suck.
-this morning.
-gotta throw another brutal warning sign in there. I am sure there was much giggly "oh that's just TERRIBLE!" banter in the boardroom when this logo was created.
-hecatomb.
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