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and my mom wakes me at six--three hours before the end of the insulin window--to tell me that if slate dies of diabetes it won't be her fault.

the fuck?

okay, i'll make a note.

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sometimes, things just, in general, suck.

sometimes they do not.

this is sort of neutral. i don't really *regret* chatting until 3 am, per se, despite not having done it for a long time. and i'm not even that tired now, even though i am a little bit cold. and i have nothing to be upset about, but i did forget to wash my face last night... .

okay, and how weird is this? the dog is sleeping UNDER my bed. riiight.

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my stomach seems to be actually turning itself inside out, whether for fun or profit i can't determine. hey. hello, down there. ow. stop it. ...are you listening to me?

fuck.

::whimper::

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shit.

i think i'm sick.

okay, we're going to try drinking some water, because i have to go to bev and dave's whether i feel like it or not. no cats are dying because of me, thankyouverymuch.

ow.

SICK?

does life fucking SUCK or what?

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i think i'm gonna throw up. i don't know if i can drive.

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alright, have slept a lot more and figured it out. it was the stupid medicine and its stupid side-effects. hey, drug companies, i would like to be able to drive, ok? yeah, thanks.

well, let's see. when i woke up i was too tired to realize i felt like shit. it took a while longer for the nausea to kick in, followed by coldness, followed by rushes of heat like sweat, only dry, which always freaks me out. i called sara munro (this is, recall, 7:30 am), because she was more likely to be awake than guinevere33, but she was going somewhere. so even though i knew she'd be asleep, called guinevere33 next. woke up her dad, he of the darth daddy voice, who said "guinevere... is not awake." and then the electronic doorbell went off and screwed up the phone, so i was forced to hangup and call back and say to a voice of mild irritation, "i'm really sorry, mr. --, but it's cim and it's kind of an emergency; do you think you could wake her up?"

she drove me there. have i mentioned how much i love her? beyond all reason, certainly. anyway, we went over there before 8 am, gave the cat shots and such, and came back.

i've been babysitting for them since before they moved there--for, probably, six years? and i haven't known how to get to their house until this housesitting job. she drove me there once and made it back without directions.

damn math people. ;)

::kiss::