Positively a bad dayHome sweet spoiled kitty. On the one hand, how bad a guy can Dale be if he gives cats treats? On the other hand, he's a fucking kidnapper; I'll not succumb to Stockholm syndrome over a can of cat food. I also don't like /dev/null taking food from strangers or being fed at inappropriate times. Chances are good there's a pile of regurgitated tuna somewhere, waiting for an unsuspecting, naked foot.... I'm ready to be done with $ATTACK_DOGS. Whatever the fuck they are. I don't know what it is about them; I have no problem bouncing a frat boy from the bar, or punching a kidnapping asshole in the face, but people stabbing or bashing in the heads of $ATTACK_DOGS just turns my stomach. I've seen plenty of dead bodies of friends and acquaintances at the hospice, and pets, but those were illness or age, and not violence. Hopefully this isn't something I'll have to get accustomed to. Speaking of illness: yay for a normal CBC! I'll still need to see Doc 'Berg for the annual CA-125 etc, but happy blood cells == happy Violet. Prophylactic AZT != happy Violet. Nobody likes being told they're positive. So, yeah, this wacky band of freaks. Tex says he's a construction worker, then says shit like "pyrokinetic" and "non-corporeal." Yeah, construction worker, my ass. All right, maybe he's a closet gamer or something, who knows. Plus, him and Killian hiding from the cops is pretty shady. I prefer to keep any sublegal dealings to the internet, thanks. This feels like that damn TV show Sebastian and Mary Ann used to rave about. If any of us develop time travel powers, I fucking quit. Bookmark/Search this post with
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