'Potential'
[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.
Aww, my baby boy gave the GF a lovely 'promise ring' for Christmas, but he couldn't wait any longer and gave it to her early. She messaged me a picture and told me my son had done good with hearts and stuff.
Also apparently getting a new kitty when I get home. Someone in the hood has a 2-1/2 yo all spayed and chipped and everything but is moving and can't keep her. Yay!
Kitty!
Our Arthur (Seen here (behind Cat Ballou or "Bally," rhymes with "Sally") went into the hospital when he became very lethargic and started turning blue. So far, the vets have found anemia, dehydration, and deteriorating kidney values. He's had a transfusion and fluids, which seem to have treated the symptoms.
So now, they're doing tests to figure out the underlying cause. Although he's forming red blood cells again, they're immature cells. The problem could be as simple as an infection or as serious as cancer -- we don't know yet.
Arthur has a suppressed immune system because of the kidney transplant, so an infection is more likely than normal. Still -- it's all very worrisome.
(And the article contains several errors. For one, that's Bally and not Joey.)
I hope Arthur gets well soon, Fred.
Health~ma for Arthur! I hope it is easily solvable.
I'm so sorry to hear about Ruthven, Jilli.
Kitty~ma for Arthur and Ruthven.
My friend Roger from my improv class passed away today. I swear to god, this fucking year. Jesus Christ. And fuck cancer, man.
All condolences, Steph.
Jilli, decision~ma for Ruthven.
FUCK CANCER with every rusty implement that can be found.
I mean, there's less than 2 weeks to go in this godforsaken dumpster fire of a year, and still the sucker punches keep coming. What the fucking hell, man.
I didn't know Roger for very long, and didn't get a chance to know him very well, but he was kind and funny and quick-witted, and I enjoyed the time we spent together. He even briefly went back to his job during our second class session, and he was SO happy the day he came in and told us he went back to work. God damn it.
Even though he was clearly starting to decline by the second class period, and struggled for words a lot, during a routine where the whole class took turns in pairs, and swapped in and out of the pairs, so it was one long more-or-less connected scene, Roger managed to turn it into a scene where we were a town obsessed with weed. Funniest shit EVER.