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Last night I bought two Dostoevsky books: The Idiot, and Demons. I also bought a copy of Sticky Fingers to replace the one my fuckhead ex stole from me. I am one happy, happy girl now. I was planning to start The Idiot so I could read it in less time than apologies claims he did, but Demons sucked me in. Possessed me, whatever. Anyways, I am going to go register for my classes today and try to see my hottie archaeology prof from last semester.

Last night Samantha's vet, and my friend, Carolyn, called me to tell me that Samantha will need to have a radical mascectomy performed on one whole side of her abdomen. All of the mammary glands on one side will be removed at the end of this month. Poor Sammy. Anyways, blasting the Stones and reading Dostoevsky last night helped, but it sucks that Samantha's biopsies were malignant as expected. You can always hope, right?

I am having the weirdest dreams every night now. Last night my brother Alex and I were both studying to be dentists (wtf?) and were giving some kind of demonstration/free clinic thing to all these kids at this BEAUTIFUL antebellum hotel which I have never seen the likes of in real life. I didn't want to pull teeth, but my brother kept egging me on to just do it. What the hell does that mean?

Have a good Tuesday!