They do it at 5:45 a.m. in the middle of King of the Hill right after Hank realizes, to his horror, that George W. Bush has a limp handshake.
Been up again several times with the sick dog. She seemed a bit better during the day, but I reckon the vet is called for.
I'm tired in a way that prohibits me processing mentally that I'm tired. The brain has to work too hard just to run the body, just to issue and respond to the calls to stand up again and put on pants, to hook the clip to the collar. Running on the reserve gas tank. You gotta do what you gotta do, like clean up the mess. Yeah,I didn't get to her quick enough to head off one of them tonight.
Oddly/happily, she doesn't seem sick as a dog. Just not getting over this spate of insert-euphemism.
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