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Typing with one hand. Sitting here listening to Beatles with my pet rat Marianne wrapped in a washcloth held against me. We came back from our glorious weekend in Hammond and Chicago to find out that our roommate had not fed my rats while we were gone. Marianne was all shakey and bloated with squinty eyes when we got back. The emergency vet number said she may have low blood sugar, so we gave her a few syringes full of syrup and water. Now we'll wait. I hope she pulls through. She's not looking too good.

I'd like to thank jaxs1984 for a really swell time in Chicago. A testimonial for jaxs1984: not everyone you meet on the internet will stab you. The cat my partner's family found had kittens, so I spent most of the weekend in jammies playing with them. Also, his little sister is going to be an aesthetician, and she dyed my hair and waxed me all up and gave me a mini facial. We bonded over gynocologists and names we like, and it sort of made me wish I had a sister.

It is hard to type with one hand. I'm going to go take care of Marianne now. I'm going to try to update more often. I just always have trouble deciding what to say.

Everyone think good thoughts for Marianne, if you would. And if it's her time, let it be.


Update: Marianne has died.