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| Here's hoping today's the day |
Maybe I should accept defeat and write this tomorrow. I will do just that, unless 'it' takes me. I am watching a small grey cat go mental over my (undoubtedly stinky) ponded towel. She's little because she's young. Six months or so. She's playful and weeny. She's very cute. The funniest thing, though, was watching lovely J be so un-cat. She made facial expressions most people would reserve for a tarantula or a bowl of brains. That pleased me more than anything.
I have to be asleep. This just won't do.
Thank you is all. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I will go into detail when I'm able to be conscious. Today, though, of all days, I have to say it.
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