November 17th, 2005


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So I went into work tonight just to take care of my dog, who is making slow but steady progress. I was greatly encouraged right up until the point at which she vomited earlier this morning. At least she stood up to do it this time, though.

I haven't told Flea about her. I don't think he's going to like sharing space with a puppy. He'll live, though. He's always the only dog allowed on the bed.

I've got a headache from cleaning the small non-ventilated ioslation room with bleach. Fumes are not cool.

And of course, i got new pictures of Purl ...

to bed, and then to get up again and go back to work, because i have too much invested in this dog to let anyone fuck it up. Hopefully she'll be more stable, so maybe i can go see my boyfriend for long enough to get something accomplished.