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To continue with this special period of time I've dubbed One Week of Hell:

One of my rats died.

To clarify, I mean, again. Died again.

I debated over getting another companion for the still-living Pazu, and finally decided due to their sociable natures, no rats should live alone. Plus, Pazu isn't particularly fond of human company, including/especially mine.

So the other day I hoofed...
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One of my rats died.

Bastiche.

Yesterday.

I buried her in my (the apartment's) "backyard". I'm going to dig her up before we move out and take her skull with me.

FuckfuckfuckFUCK. I need to get a new friend for Pazu now.

My stomach hurts.

Election results came in while I was at work; I kept checking cnn.com.

It was a crappy, god-awful day yesterday where I touched about an ounce's worth of food, smoked way too many hand-rolled cigarettes, had a headache, attempted to distract myself with reading Harry Potter again, and ended up watching Fahrenheit 911 and feeling frustrated, sick, and fustrated and sick.

I'm in a sickly...
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My cell phone fell in the ocean yesterday whilst viewing the lunar eclipse.

I am now extremely-extremely poor, but "at least" with a working phone, again...too late to invest in a landline, now.

I lost everybody's phone number.

This really sucks. What sucks more is that it sucks in the first place. Stupid motherfucking technology.

Stupid me.

I saw the Pixies in Atlanta with MrSmead and some of our friends. It was...amazing. I don't usually get worked up over concerts, maybe giddy and happy, but by the end of the performance I almost cried.

Mmmm it was so good. I nearly lost it when they played Gigantic...love that song.

The openers could've used some work, though. Their drummer didn't move...
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Picked up a book of poems by e. e. cummings today. I love the man, and now that I know he drew, I love him even more.

Visiting the fianc went well. Met the parents, met the dog (he snores!), went fishing, went fishing some more, watched Garden State of goodness, had a snake try to slide down my buttcrack, made fires, looked at stars,...
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Don't get me wrong; I love cilantro.

...But am I the only one who thinks it smells like old feet?

I gots to hang out with MrSmead, and I gots to eat Indian food, and I got to WORK MY ASS OFF, and visit a cemetary, and WORK MY ASS OFF again, and attend work's third year anniversary party, and I am drunk happy now from the Legion, and...yeah.

I love people. (I love lamp...I love chair.) MrSmead is fun. FUN.

So's everything. Yeah....
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Getting to hang out with people I haven't seen in a while always makes me happy.

Having to hang out with people who never want to leave me alone causes me stress.

Today I got to experience much of the former. Fuckin-a good.

Stomach is rumbling. Must...eat...food.

So these big flies apparently multiply in the summer down here, and have a tendency to sneak their way indoors.

So this one night, I come home tired from work, have to wake up early to go back, and find two flies stuck in my room. I don't know why they never harass my roommate, but regardless, once they enter my room they never want...
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OMG I have no life and I...oh wait. That's about it. Having no life, I mean. It's a good no life.

Maybe, one day, I'll slap something substantial down here, but for now, I'm paying my dues (barely) and working the daily grind.

Wuff.