My kitty was just taken to the ER... my sister heard her crying outside and ran out and found her underneath a pot and she couldn't walk. I hope she's okay and her poor little legs weren't crushed or anything.
Wrist acting up. Mother refuses to take me to see doctor. Perhaps Mother forgot what happened the last time she didn't take me to the hospital. (I almost died and racked up a nice little hospital bill of $44,000.) Mother blames it on the way I lie in bed. Mother just insists that I continue bandaging my hand.
Practiced for an hour today! Started making some progress... for the first time this week. Better late than never, right? But maybe this time... too late. I need to get my act together.
Spring Break! I should be rejoicing but the only thing I'm rejoicing about is that I have free time to tackle the huge load of work my teachers have decided to shovel upon me.
90% of the silver nitrate burns are gone. Faint black smudges remain. Reminiscent of pen ink.
Spend some time with me next weekend.
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