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I know I know.. That squirrel picture was cute. Why in the hell would I take it down to put words up? Heh. Well, that's what these darn tooting journals are for.. I think anyways.. Eh.. Other than lots of bad luck and really hoping next month will be better.. I did get some good news I'm assuming.. I'm not diabetic. Scored a 73 on that stabby poker thingie test.. My mother had tested my father last night and he scored really high. So, when I swung by their house to say Hi. I was like.. Great chances are I am too.. So, for her that was all the reason in the world she needed to stab me with something.. My folks are evil.. They love pain and whatnot.. I think if they were 40 years younger.. They'd be in one of those piercing side shows. I could tell countless stories of watching my dad come into the house covered in blood from some wound or another while working in the yard, workshop or where ever. And, my mother forcing him to go take a shower and put on clean clothes before she'd take him to the hospital.

Anyways.. Those are amusing stories for another day. I'm just happy at least I got one good healthy thing going my way.. Maybe I should get out and mate or sell my sperm as some healthy super spooge. Where's that damn Species gal when you need a horny alien...