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we were doing so good...
Jan. 11th, 2012 11:30 pmand here it is, 11:30 and I'm shoveling up dog puke.
I wish it would fucking snow so he couldn't just go in the backyard, graze like a dog damned cow, come in the house, and puke it all back up.
I used to be a sympathetic puker.
I have seen so many bodily fluids lately, I just can't be bothered to be bothered any more.
Yes, I think they call this caretaker fatigue, and I'm mostly just angry at myself and the world and the smell of kibbley probiotic-laced dog puke right now. It will be better after I sleep, I'm sure.
I wish it would fucking snow so he couldn't just go in the backyard, graze like a dog damned cow, come in the house, and puke it all back up.
I used to be a sympathetic puker.
I have seen so many bodily fluids lately, I just can't be bothered to be bothered any more.
Yes, I think they call this caretaker fatigue, and I'm mostly just angry at myself and the world and the smell of kibbley probiotic-laced dog puke right now. It will be better after I sleep, I'm sure.
