it's not like it's a goddamn birthday present pam I can't remember anything at all, no. Just sort of weak and sore and tired. It either feels like a monster hangover or like recovering from climbing up a mountain. And fucking hell are you kidding me I'm trying not to think about whatever might have gone on. Trying to stay sane! It's a thing! I guess it's a good thing I'm hanging out with the therapist a lot, right? if they didn't do this to try to fuck with his head
I was still here, yeah, barely. I'm so sorry something that gnarly happened. Any signs of another pet on the horizon?