8 or 9 months later and I still apparently can't shake my hyper-awareness of when animals are sick and vomiting. My door was shut and the dog was in the next room with mom (who has the TV on) and she's throwing up all the grass she ate this afternoon. And of course she's just fine, just stupid for eating grass.
I should go to bed and try to sleep off this rather depressive mood I'm in again, but then I'll mope and run could haves/should haves over and over in my head and will spend *hours* staring at the ceiling. I'll probably just watch a movie and fall asleep halfway through, leaving the TV on all night. heh.
I should go to bed and try to sleep off this rather depressive mood I'm in again, but then I'll mope and run could haves/should haves over and over in my head and will spend *hours* staring at the ceiling. I'll probably just watch a movie and fall asleep halfway through, leaving the TV on all night. heh.