Day 25: I’m Never Going to…..

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Dear Stephen King,

Hi. Please note: Susannah Dean does not have legs below the knee.

I mention this because, while 90% of the time, you seem to remember this and you certainly remark on it plenty often, sometimes you carelessly flip off lines in which she walks or runs or thinks of doing so, and you do so without saying that it’s a metaphor or that she can’t run, or walk or step, or what-have-you.

“Two things stopped her. One was the realization that a single step forward was all it would take to destroy what little remained of her will. She’d run to the center of the bridge and fall on her knees before that deep basket of clothes…”

Susannah Dean has no legs. In fact, when she does have legs, it’s because very specific magical thing is happening.

Don’t you think it’s sloppy of you to have her “run,” (or even imagine running) given that basic, immutable fact?

Thank you,
Me.
Loving reader.
Crying my eyes out as we approach the end of the Tower.

Kitten

Alladin is staying at the vet today for a stool sample and… *sigh* possible x-ray.

Wah. Just when Allegro seems to be putting on a little bit of weight finally, and even though he has his ups and downs, isn’t crashing again. Now the kitten!

The good news is that, aside from this, Alladin’s behavior’s been fairly normal. He slept through the night the other day, which is unusual for him, but otherwise, he’s been as playful and rambunctious as ever.

The cat is sick

Ah, I’ll bet you think I’m going to give you yet another round of Allegro’s autumn years.

Nay. This time it’s the hyper-bouncy-ball kitten. With blood. Coming from…. places. Where blood oughtn’t come from.

So, off to the vet for a day for him!

Here’s to hoping for a parasite….

Whooooop!

The air raid siren just went off. Tuesdays, 7:30, like clockwork.

In other news, I am very drunk.

Posted pics to the earlier post today about bartering yarn for…. something. Hope you check it out!

Did I mention I’m very drunk? Oh, wait, isn’t that the brunette’s call for “I’m horney”? “I said I’m soooo drunk!”

Yeah, but less horny. Now. ;)