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Absolutely miserable and worn out. Draco ate something that made him sick. We think it was one of my mom's pain pills, though how he got ahold of it, I don't know. He's at the animal hospital right now. They're monitoring him. I didn't know I could feel this bad. That dog is such a part of my life now. I love him. If something bad happens to him, I might go crazy in a bad way. I can't stand this. I really can't stand this.

I have to call at 7. It's only 2. I can't sleep.

Fuck. Am about ready to start tearing at my hair as it is.

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CRISIS AVERTED!

Draco is at home, looking much like his old self and not the tongue-hanging-out, glassy-eyed druggie that I took to the animal hospital last last night. Hopefully he has learned to just say no. And not to scare Mommy like that. I know what his name is, but that doesn't mean his should be using culpaepatria's Draco as his role model. Geez. Only me. I get the "midnight toker" of the litter.

Now, if you'll all excuse me... I'm going to Six Flags with tthjinni and star1sar.