The end of an era.

Monday I called and made an appointment with the vet, to have my last 2 rats put to sleep. Scotty was old as it was, and was getting really weak and sick. Manny was a few months younger, but also quite old. Plus, he was a weird little guy, so finding him a new home or keeping him alone was just not an option.

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This day is just...

This day keeps getting worse and worse. To the people who emailed me today, sorry, but I just can't write back today. I promise I will later on.

I... let's just say that losing my rats was only the very tip of the iceberg of today's load of crap coming my way. Fuck.

That is all.

Meme thing. Because I need to do pointless shit.

Grabbed from mrs_picard .

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out.


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Bashir stayed at the viewport, helplessly wondering what to do. "Garak, it's all 
right to feel his loss," he said. 

Garak smiled bitterly. "And how do you feel loss for something you never had, 
Doctor?" 

From Kanaar by The Archivist.