faseplant

After work last night, some friends of mine were meeting up in the city to get sushi at Kitaro's. Aime was the first one to meet up with me, so we were chilling in the Virgin Megastore bookstore when I got a call from my dad. He told me that he didn't think my dog down in San Diego was going to live past this week. He can't move and he's not eating. I can't go down to San Diego until this Sunday, but he probably won't make it that long. I've had my dog for as long as I can remember.... since elementary school. I love him more than anything in the world and I just want to see him one more time to say goodbye, but it's just not going to happen. Life is really hard right now and this isn't helping.