I have 5 boxes packed. Not including the boxes that never got unpacked from last move. Movers don't come for another 9 days. It's a small apartment... ok, I'll pack something tonight.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sinus headache for two days. Fuck this. How many of the good Sudafed can I take without my blood pressure blowing my eyes out? 'Cause one isn't working.
Today, so far, has been hell. Or actually, it has quite good, but I feel like hell.
It's like there's a hole inside of me. I keep looking for him in the house. Last night, after we got back home, I thought I heard his heavy breathing.
And I nearly broke down crying when a guide-dog in training walked by me.
Oh, Shir. It's so hard, I know. I'm not sure if this will help or not: [link] but it helped me. And the whole website helped me, too.
Luck to you, Bonnie. A couple of aspirin might help speed the process.
Shir, I am so so sorry for your pain. He looks like such a sweet boy, and that hole will be there for a long time to come, but eventually it'll be something you cherish. For now, let yourself fall apart when you need to.
Bonny, good luck! Drink water.
Iron~ma to you, Bonny. You'll do great.
Go bonny! You can do it!
Shir, there is also a website where you can create a virtual memorial to a pet, if such a thing appeals to you. [link]
Flow, bonny, flow!
Someone outside of my office is hacking like they're dying. It's very distracting.