Zevon again. Christmas Adam, tired and sore. Lots of drama, lots of pus. My cat's head smells like a corpse. That's just as pleasant as it sounds, believe me. Still, accomplished and eventful was my day, and I can't look directly at tomorrow. It's like staring at the sun.
Wish me luck.
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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