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Happy Horny Werewolf Day everyone. http://t.co/grH7W7lI

I just opened the garbage bin and two birthday balloons floated out. Saddest thing ever.

THIS IS WORTH TWO HOURS OF YOUR TIME.

After not going for 15 or so years, mostly because of insurance reasons (not having any), I finally went to the dentist last week. I was prepared for the worst, that I had 10 cavities and needed root canals, that I had mutant wisdom teeth growing in at odd angles into my skull and other horrible things, but I got off extremely easy. I only had two cavities, and they were on 2 of the 4 wisdom teeth that I needed to have removed anyway. I still can’t believe it.

I’m looking forward to having the 4 removed, actually. I hear the drugs are really good.

Working in the office on a Saturday, Funky Fanfare playing on a loop in my brains. #wut

Start a list – Check.
Domain name and hosting renewed – Check.
WordPress updated to 3.3.1 – Check.
Synched WordPress with Twitter – Check.
Set up lokizero.com email with Outlook – Check.
Installed and configured WordPress app with iPhone – Check.
Fixed Flickr widget and uploaded photos – Check.
Created content – . . . shit.

Spent my $10 iTunes gift card on @marcmaron ‘s album THIS HAS TO BE FUNNY. Love it!

For the last week or so, our cat Beatrix hadn’t been eating and was quickly losing weight. She was clearly dehydrated even though she was drinking water, so I took her to the vet on Tuesday. They examined her, checked her glucose levels for signs of diabetes (negative), and told me that the next step would be a round of blood tests to determine what was wrong, along with a few nights where they’d have to keep her and try and rehydrate her. It would be $120 for the blood tests, and about $180 a day until she was rehydrated. But, the vet told me, this would maybe buy her a few more months at best since it was most likely kidney failure. Apparently 50% of cats her age (she’d be 19 in May) die of kidney failure, and even if she could somehow be cured, she’d have about as much chance of making it another year as a 95 year old man would.

So we had a choice to make: Spend lots of money and put her through all of that to buy her a few more months, or euthanize her.

Even if we had the money (which we don’t) we didn’t want to put her through all of that, so we decided to go ahead and put her down before she got any worse. Which really is the most awful part about it, having her put down when she seemed like her normal self, albeit a lot skinnier.

We spent the rest of the day with her, brushing her and telling her what a good kitty she was. We let her outside to roll around in the grass and enjoy the sunshine. Then we took her back to the vet.

It was horrible, I feel like shit about it, and I miss my cat. I think I’m taking it harder than my wife, and she’s had her since she was 7.

I love you Beatrix. You didn’t take shit from anyone, and you were my favorite. Rest in peace.