Monday was shit.
I don’t know how you do it - write when someone you love is sick.
Regina, my heart goes out to you. I don’t know how you find the strength. I can’t concentrate. My dog is sick and I don’t have a lot of hope that he’ll survive this sudden, unexplained illness. I feel like I have a hole in my chest. Canceled the head shots.
Yeah, I have stuff, writing-related stuff I should be working on, but Louie is my boy and I don’t know what I’ll do without him if the worst comes to pass. My mom has always claimed I like animals better than people. She’s right, except for a few people, I do. With animals there is no pretense. Well, my cats have been known to hide birds they’ve caught beneath their furry little bodies because they know I’ll take the birds away, but other than that, when it comes to my animal friends, what you see is what you get.
Louie has been the best dog ever in the history of my world and I’m not ready to lose him.
My friend Mia Watts managed to bring a smile to one side of my mouth by sending me to this site, Sex. Love. And Everything In Between: http://www.emandlo.com/2010/06/the-top-10-signs-you%E2%80%99re-reading-bad-erotica/
Gotta go because my tears are blinding me.
