Yes.
Maybe.
My ankle makes terrible crunching sounds.
Something roughed up Lucy this week. If I were to guess, I'd say a coyote got hold of her, and Hank came along before he got to finish his meal. She didn't get out of bed for three days.
Poopface is extra smelly today.
Anna has to close tonight. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself today.
I don't really have anything to say.
I might fix myself some food.
Someday, I'll be interesting.
That's it. I give up. I have nothing to say.
Rocking:
Nothing
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