I JUST noticed what a terrible person I am.

It's been a week, A WEEK, since I wrote last. Aunt Jeannie is probably collapsed on her floor and half eaten by wild dogs by now since her reason for living has stopped for a week, A WEEK, now. Stay strong, Angelina and Uncle Juan. We can rebuild her; we have the technology.

It's been an uneventful few days - I came back home from my stay at Sean's, helped shave a cat butt, watched a lot of TV, drank a lot of caffeine, read a lot of words, said a lot of words, ate food, slept in my bed, kicked the covers off in the middle of the night, froze to death, took two baths, and owned Aly in a rousing game of "The Office Trivia Game." Oh, and got a haircut.

(p.s. I like HRC* more and more, but I'm too scared to really admit it, so I'm using parenthesis.)




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