After the Dupuytren's surgery my little finger still wants to bend. I'll have to wear that splint till Glenn Beck's mouth freezes over and hot air stops coming from it.
Still bummed that Teaspoon died. I miss the kitty who would sleep on my back when I slept face down, on my chest when I slept face up and on my side. I remember feeding her Gerber baby food from a teaspoon because she was so tiny when I got her. Bummed that Pickles was turned loose by my nephew. He left the door open and I suspect he picked her up and yook her outside to play or something. He does that with his cats at home. Poor Biscuit is left here with no cat friends. I remember finding her on the porch of a vacant house I was watching for the owner. Biscuit was sleeping in a tire on the porch and a neighbor was feeding her there. It was a cold and rainy February night when I sat on the steps and petted her, then chased her back when she started to follow me home... where I stayed for 5 minutes and my conscience got the best of me so I went back to bring her home. She's a pretty black and orange.
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It was a beautiful cool and rainy day. Not too rainy, but perfect.
Spilling protein. Bad news for the kidneys. Fucking type 1 diabetes. Not sure how long till I am at stage 1 kidney disease but I've already started a diet to preserve them as long as I can.
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Oh yeah. Meg Whitman is a whore. Even so, I'm still not voting for her.
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