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I swear to the gods that someone hates me.

I have two essays due Wednesday, but I can't be bothered to care.

I had to borrow MORE money from the cocksuckers at LoanMax with their 264% interest, so that Di and David could get to Campeche.

Then today, Kodi, one of our dogs, got off his lead because the clip broke. I have no idea where he is, I spent an hour going around the neighborhood with no luck. So, as soon as Willow gets back, I have to go to the shelter and fill out a lost report on our seizure puppy.

I want my mom to come home.

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I updated my pup list.

My dog ran away. The other two are acting stupid now.

My lungs are fucked up all to hell. Four neb treatments a day sucks.

I sent the last of my money to my mother so that she and David could take the bus to another town where his other sister lives because the youngest one, who basically runs the house, is a fucking bitch and decided she didn't want Di there. (Apparently, she felt threatened or something, I don't know.)

I have two essays due, I should work on them but I just don't care right now.

Retired pups. Do you delete journals or not? Or just lock them down?